How can we disregard the safety of billions of people in the entire dynasty because of his personal ambition?
As long as I am on the throne, Shen Zhao will never again attempt to seize my military power!
Yu Xiyan, feeling radiant with approval, instantly brightened up. She grabbed Lin Feng's hand and said tenderly, "Xiao Feng, I want to go to the Imperial Spirit Pool to admire the moon tonight. Will you come with me?"
"I'll be there whenever you call, sister."
Then, Yu Xiyan nestled shyly in Lin Feng's arms.
Su Yunying was completely stunned by what she saw, her skin crawling with goosebumps. She involuntarily took a few steps back from Yu Xiyan.
She never expected that Yu Xiyan would have such a past.
I initially thought that the conflict between Shen Zhao and Yu Xiyan stemmed from differing political views.
Now, Su Yunying understands why Linghu Ming and Liang Hao are so wary of Yu Xiyan, and why Shen Zhao has never mentioned this past.
After all, his wife was having an affair behind his back, and then she criticized him in front of him...
Good heavens, anyone with a normal set of values would avoid this place.
On the other side, Yu Xiyan was completely exhausted and slumped to the ground.
When the scene from the past unfolded before her eyes, she realized just how much she loathed her former self.
At this moment, the scene changes again, switching to the Po Jun Mansion training ground.
In the cold wind, 100,000 soldiers, clad in iron armor and wielding long spears, stood motionless at the scene.
Despite the wind and snow covering their bodies, they remained like statues, oblivious to everything.
They had stood still for two hours in such terrible weather, and not one of them had fallen or retreated.
This is the army of the Po Jun Mansion, the Iron Flame Army, which is renowned throughout the Nine Realms.
On the reviewing stand, Shen Zhao stood with his arms crossed, staring expressionlessly at a huge battle flag bearing the character "胤" (Yin) opposite him.
A general clad in black armor behind him clasped his hands and said, "Reporting to Commander Shen, the Po Jun Prefecture has 127,000 registered soldiers..."
Excluding the 27,000 who were on missions, the remaining 100,000 have all arrived at the training ground. Commander Shen, please give the order.
Shen Zhao remained silent, his cloak billowing in the wind behind him, like a rising sun illuminating this gloomy land.
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