The civil and military officials knelt down and shouted in unison for the seventh prince to go to the battlefield.
The Emperor of Southern Xinjiang took a deep breath: "Go and invite the Seventh Prince!"
About half an hour later, the Seventh Prince arrived amidst everyone's anticipation. He stared intently at the Southern Emperor, his sharp gaze making the emperor feel somewhat guilty, who chuckled awkwardly, "Seventh Prince..."
"Father, I have fought for you for many years. Even if I have not made any great contributions, I have certainly worked hard. Why did you break your promise and almost drive Miss Zhao to her death?" The Seventh Prince asked coldly. "If you hadn't distracted me, I would have already conquered the Xiao Kingdom for you today."
The crowd erupted in uproar upon hearing this.
He stared at the Southern Frontier Emperor in disbelief.
"No wonder, no wonder the Seventh Prince was injured, now I understand."
"How could His Majesty be so foolish!"
The civil and military officials all wore strange expressions, truly unable to understand why the Southern Frontier Emperor had gone back on his word.
"I..." The Emperor of Southern Xinjiang was both angry and furious, but when he thought that he still needed the Seventh Prince to fight the war, he had no choice but to suppress his temper: "Seventh Prince, you have misunderstood. I only wanted to appease Miss Zhao. I never forced her. How about I hold a wedding for you two right now?"
The seventh prince then asked, "How many soldiers and how much food does Father Emperor plan to provide this time?"
The Southern Emperor was taken aback, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly realized that there was something strange about the Seventh Prince's injury this time.
“The southern border has ample military strength, and naturally the more the better,” one minister said.
The seventh prince replied, "Father, I am leading an army of 100,000 against a million-strong allied army of five nations. Moreover, the Crimson Flame Army is not even well-fed, so how can we have the strength to fight against the enemy?"
These words immediately drew criticism from the crowd.
"How is that possible?"
How can you fight a war if you can't even get enough to eat?
The barrage of questions felt like daggers piercing his heart, and a murderous glint appeared in the Southern Emperor's eyes: "Seventh Brother, what else do you want to say?"
"Please make a promise in front of all the civil and military officials, Father."
"You unfilial son! This is rebellion and insubordination! Do you really think that no one can do without you?" the Southern Frontier Emperor roared.
The Seventh Prince smiled calmly: "After fighting for too long, I also want to rest. I have never coveted military power. If Father does not trust me, you can choose someone else."
"You!" The Southern Frontier Emperor was so angry that he wanted to skin the person in front of him alive.
The Seventh Prince continued, "The five-nation alliance—no, now there's at least a nine-nation alliance—will only grow larger and attack from all directions. Within three months, Southern Xinjiang will surely fall. No, by then, Southern Xinjiang will cease to exist. Has Father considered how to explain this to them?"
The Southern Emperor's expression changed slightly, and fear finally appeared in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and softened his tone: "Seventh Prince, you are also a part of the Southern Frontier. How can you watch the Southern Frontier be trampled on? I will grant your request."
"I command all 500,000 troops. If Miss Zhao suffers any further loss, I hereby swear that I will overthrow her and usurp the throne! Those who instigate this, and those who know about it, will surely die!"
The Seventh Prince stared intently at the Southern Emperor, showing no fear of the anger in his eyes.
Are you threatening me?
"Does Father Emperor still have a choice?" the Seventh Prince sneered.
Either give him troops, and the Southern Frontier Emperor can rest easy.
Either Southern Xinjiang surrenders, in which case the fate of the Southern Xinjiang Emperor is uncertain, but those people certainly won't forgive him easily.
As for selecting a new general to lead the enemy, that's even more unrealistic.
The soldiers led by the Seventh Prince only recognized him.
There is no third option.
The civil and military officials urged the Emperor of Southern Frontier to act hastily.
At this moment, another urgent message arrived from the guards. The Emperor of Southern Xinjiang took it and glanced at it; it was another report of defeat. He was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged.
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