The words had barely left his mouth when a "smack" rang out.

Jin Jiande looked up and saw Jin Fengluan slam her hand on the table.

"Too late? Then we can only wait for the traitor to bring his rebel army to seize Nanjing?"

Prince Qing lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "The Divine Machine Battalion still has the strength to fight."

"The military equipment they use is the best equipment in the entire campaign, and I have devoted a great deal of effort to it."

Jin Jiande frowned, turned to look at his father, and had a lot to say.

Before he could speak, Jin Fengluan, rubbing her slightly sore palms, said:

"When the rebels came out of Yanluo Mountain, I listened to your advice and let them come to Bailiyuan without any obstacles. The original plan was to suppress the rebels in one fell swoop at Bailiyuan, but now Bailiyuan is in a hurry."

"I...sigh." She seemed somewhat disheartened and sighed.

Seeing this, Jin Jiande felt even more distressed.

"You may all leave now." Jin Fengluan waved her hand and looked at the palace maids and eunuchs.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The palace maids and eunuchs quickly walked out, leaving only Jin Fengluan and Prince Qing and his son in the hall.

After they left, Jin Fengluan shook her head and said:

"Today in the court, the ministers were all silent. I could tell they were all terrified."

"They were afraid that the traitors would really storm the capital."

“In the past, there was always an official in charge of offering advice and reassuring the court officials. But as you all know, the official in charge of the court caught a cold recently and has been bedridden and unable to get out of bed.”

"Now, I really don't know who I can rely on anymore."

"This traitor arrived too quickly and killed too fiercely. Could this boy truly be the calamity that Heaven has arranged for me?"