Xiong Yong buried his head, wondering what he could possibly see.

Your Majesty, your face is all distorted, it's not a pretty sight at all.

I warned you long ago to be mentally prepared before reading it, as this notice is full of treasonous words, but you said I was being nosy. Now you're so angry, are you going to take it out on me again?

Let's forget about it.

Thinking it over and saying it, Xiong Yong swallowed hard and offered some words of comfort:

"Your Majesty, you must not get angry and harm your health. The angrier you are, the happier Qin Ze will be. We must not let him succeed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiong Yong loosened his collar, and Jin Fengluan turned around, her laughter suddenly ringing out.

"Hehehe."

Jin Fengluan, with her back to Xiong Yong, gripped the notice tightly, shook her head, and laughed.

"Do I need you to tell me? I saw through this traitor's little tricks at a glance. He's just trying to provoke me, but so what?"

"As the ruler of a nation, how could I be swayed by these things he spread..." Jin Fengluan shook his hand, causing the torn proclamation to sway.

"Did these distorted and fabricated statements anger the dragon's health?"

"Ha! That's impossible. He underestimates me too much." Jin Fengluan shook her head again, her face showing gritted teeth.

Xiong Yong looked at her proudly standing figure and nodded, saying, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"The traitors spread these heretical and misleading words to deceive the ignorant masses. Your Majesty, as the ruler of a country, will naturally not take these words to heart."

Just as he finished speaking, Xiong Yong raised an eyebrow, only to see the notice that Jin Fengluan was holding in her hand suddenly twist and almost crumple into a ball.

But he could also hear increasingly heavy breathing. Xiong Yong raised an eyebrow and saw that Jin Fengluan's back seemed to be trembling slightly.

A voice, clearly suppressed yet still slightly shrill, rang out at that moment:

"Oh!"

"This traitor is full of evil intentions. He has pinned several fabricated charges on me. It is utterly ridiculous. How could he possibly fool those who are discerning and perceptive?"

"If anyone believes him, they are nothing but a bunch of ignorant and foolish people!"

Seeing that the proclamation was shaking violently again, Xiong Yong had no choice but to say, "Your Majesty is right."

"Oh!"

Jin Fengluan's hands trembled, and she let out another "heh," before continuing:

"This is a complete fabrication! How can there be such a shameless person in this world! How could he utter such blatant lies? He is utterly shameless!"

“Your Majesty is right,” Xiong Yong echoed.

At this point, Jin Fengluan fell silent. Xiong Yong helplessly watched her retreating figure, and after a long while, he finally couldn't help but speak:

"Then... Your Majesty, this humble subject shall take his leave..."

"Wait!" Jin Fengluan said in a muffled voice, "Write a proclamation for me as well, and send it out throughout the city! Let everyone know!"

Xiong Yong was taken aback: "Write...?"

Jin Fengluan said coldly, "Whatever the traitor wrote, just write another one for me, reversed from the contents!"

"Write it yourself! Once it's finished, bring it to me for my review. After it's approved, distribute it to appease the people."

Upon hearing this, Xiong Yong looked troubled. After all, he was not good at writing such things, while Zhang Li was the best at writing a righteous and eloquent proclamation, but now Zhang Li was second only to the emperor in Yan Kingdom.

Moreover... those who were conscripted have now scattered, and persuading them again would be as difficult as climbing to the sky. Only by winning a battle can we win back the hearts of the people.

But of course he couldn't refuse; he could just find a high-ranking scholar to write it down later. Xiong Yong immediately nodded and said:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Then this humble subject shall take his leave."

"Go!" Jin Fengluan said coldly, then immediately added, "Also, from now on, no one, not even a stray dog, is allowed to enter the city!"

"If you make another mistake, watch out for your head!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Xiong Yong shuddered, then bowed and retreated.

Once Xiong Yong left, Jin Fengluan turned around. Her once exquisite makeup now looked extremely ferocious. She gritted her teeth, picked up the crumpled notice, and stared so hard her eyes almost bulged out.

After several heavy, labored breaths, she finally unfolded the notice again, and this time, with each line she read down, she would shriek and curse, saying:

"This is not me!"

"nonsense!"

"Damn it! Shameless!"

"I'm going to cut off your head!"

She cursed countless times until a layer of hot sweat soaked through her body, sticking damply to her clothes. Only then did Jin Fengluan tear the notice to shreds with a furious expression.

"Just wait! Once you fall into my hands, I will make you wish you were dead!"

Sharp shouts of anger echoed throughout the imperial study, while Nanze City was already in chaos. The riots that had started near dusk were finally escalating.

Not to mention the fact that those who were conscripted openly deserted, it also made unrelated people feel uneasy.

The sentence in the manifesto:

"How could an ordinary person not observe the smallest details and illuminate the darkness?"

If one fails to recognize the changing times, hesitates at crossroads, and remains oblivious to the signs of impending doom, one will surely suffer the consequences that follow. This is quite clear.

Given the impending war, ordinary people like them naturally had to avoid it, and countless people, along with their families, headed towards the other side of the city.

The imperial court could not ignore this, so it had to send more people to intercept and persuade the authorities.

However, the time and effort required left everyone exhausted, and two days later, an urgent report forced them to abandon the conscription and return to the more serious war.

"The rebel army has set out from Datong and is rushing towards us!"

——

It was almost noon.

The sunlight was intense, and a fierce wind was blowing.

The formidable iron army, having rested for a few days in Datong, is now fully armed and marching in wartime posture along the wide road leading to Nanze.

The Crimson Flame Army Banner fluttered in the wind, and the armored chariots with cannons rumbled along. There were thousands of them, which filled the entire road and formed a long, dark torrent.

The cavalrymen, mounted on their warhorses and wielding various weapons, stood proudly, their armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight, just like their resolute faces.

Early this morning, the troops assembled and set off for Nanze. Nanze is not far from Datong. Although there are many troops, they should be able to reach Nanze City by the afternoon at the latest, based on their speed.

As for how long it would take to conquer Nanze, Qin Ze, riding a warhorse at the rear of the army, was concerned.

It only takes one day.

At this moment, atop his warhorse, Qin Ze gazed ahead and muttered to himself:

"But when the clouds part and the moon shines bright, listen to the thunderous roar of the tiger!"

"Jin Fengluan, we're finally going to meet again. This time, you're going to fall into my hands!"