Outside the meeting room, the energy was floating, just like a real object. It did not show the characteristics of the five elements like water and fire, but only had the characteristic of being rich. However, this pure energy was almost boiling, rising and falling like boiling water, and seemed to explode at any time, producing a devastating force.

In the hall, the cabinets, chairs, beds and tables were all broken, and the place was in a mess, as if it had been looted by robbers. In the center, the ground was broken like spider veins, and a man was lying there, it was Wang Ling. He had Ji Lao's dry hands, which seemed weak and even broke if he bent them, making him unable to move.

Ji Lao's long snow-white beard fluttered in the wind, showing his mysterious and powerful side. His face was cold and his eyes were wide open like copper bells, staring at Wang Ling.

"Why didn't you listen to what I said before? Do you know how many people my Nan Shang lost this morning?"

"I……"

boom--

The hand that had left Wang Ling's chest at some point had risen up and then dropped down again. It was like a pillar supporting the sky, full of weight, and suddenly Wang Ling spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath weakened again.

Ji Lao raised his hand and lowered it too quickly. He could only hear the sound of his sternum cracking and the ground cracking again. Then, the ground outside the hall sank and the soil and grass were all crushed.

The soldiers were shocked, but dared not speak, but an adjutant ran to the Iron-faced General and reported:

"General, it's already half an hour."

The Iron-faced General was busy discussing war matters, so he waved his hand and asked him to leave.

"General, if something happens to His Highness, I'm afraid His Majesty won't have to explain it."

With a sigh of relief, the Iron-faced General put down his pen. The generals and officials beside him were all silent, listening to him:

"At this point, we, like Your Highness, find it difficult to explain to His Majesty. But only if Ji Lao takes action, we will have a chance to correct our mistakes. Only if Ji Lao comes forward and says that he has taught Your Highness a lesson, can we continue our march and avoid being sued by His Majesty. Your Highness can also escape this crime and stay in the barracks or return to the academy safely."

He shook his head and sighed. Those who understand will understand. The counselor shook his head secretly, but His Highness should be taught a lesson. It is a mistake to drag personal hatred and too many subjective assumptions into the war. Now that he has been taught a lesson by Ji Lao, it is better to go back to the ancestral hall to kneel.

The adjutant went down, no longer paying attention to the roar coming from the conference room. But there was a medical team waiting outside. This was the prince of the current dynasty, and only someone like Ji Lao would dare to hurt him. He could be hurt, but they couldn't. They had to be ready to rescue at any time.

"I told you before, shut up!"

In the meeting room, Wang Ling's vision was blurry. Ji Lao's shouting made his head hot, but he could hardly make any moves. He just said the word "I", and that was against him? If he was strong enough, no matter what Ji Lao's purpose was, he would kill him and make him never speak to him like that again.

In Wang Ling's ears, the old man Ji Lao was still chattering, as if he had endless words to say, trying to put all the blame on himself. But Wang Ling would not admit it, he refused to accept it, this was clearly disrespectful to him, even if he made a mistake in his judgment, he could only blame Xia Xiao for being too cunning, not him!

The combination of anger and hatred caused Wang Ling to feel violent fluctuations even though he could not open his eyes. Ji Lao realized this and said:

"Wang Ling, I call you His Highness, which is a great respect for you, but as a prince, you should know what a prince should do! You should pay attention to the arrow and the note, but I told you that it's enough, don't dwell on it. And I told you at midnight that if we don't let the soldiers rest, the army of Daxia will severely damage us in the morning, because we don't have enough food and sleep now, who will stand guard and ambush in the front?"

"At that time, you said that if we captured Xia Xiao and took him down, we would have a hostage to command Daxia and make it lose. We could also let Xia Xiao return to the academy and stop interfering in the war, so that Nanshang would have one less obstacle. I don't know what you and he are competing for, but this is a battlefield! More than one million people are being commanded by a prince like you. You can ignore my words, but did you listen to Tiemian's words? He said it was not appropriate to find another one. Nearly a hundred counselors came to persuade you, but you just wouldn't listen. You insisted on doing what you wanted. Even if you are now a disciple of the academy and a genius in the eyes of everyone, you will only be a tyrant if you become a monarch in the future!"

"If Tiemian and I hadn't arranged a troop to the west of the city to let them rest, our losses this morning would have been even greater, and it would not be as simple as the death of a few thousand people. If you don't meet their basic needs, who will work for you? If you don't even understand such a simple truth, how can you be a commander? We are now on the offensive, vowing to flatten Daxia, but you have made wrong decisions time and time again. It's really stupid! What makes me even more angry is that I pointed out your mistakes, but you didn't listen! The soldiers listen to you not because you did the right thing, but because of your identity. Otherwise, why do you think you get everyone's respect? You didn't fight with them through thick and thin, and you didn't even sympathize with them. The only reason so many people chased after you and called you His Highness is because you are the son of His Majesty, not because of your strength and virtue!"

After talking too much, Ji Lao also felt bored. He sighed, lifted the palm of Wang Ling's chest, sat on the reshaped wooden chair beside him, and said lightly:

"I have reported to His Majesty that from today on, you are not allowed to interfere in military affairs. You can either return to the academy or fight in the army as a Zunjing Zhimao practitioner. Choose one."

Wang Ling lay on the ground for a long time, thinking not about where to go, but how to deal with this aggressive old guy. He will definitely be stronger than Ji Lao in the future, and the current tolerance is just to prepare for the ruthless attack in the future.

Blood was flowing from his palms that were drooping on the ground, but the blood that was attached to the dust was finally torn off. He staggered, and after standing up, he staggered towards the hall door. He held his breath, full of resentment and jealousy.

In front of him, the hall door was getting closer and closer. It was a short distance from here to there, but it would take a long time to walk from now on, so the road became very long again. He had always been envious of Xia Xiao in his heart, and with a little stimulation, it would turn into jealousy, just like this time. If he wanted to change back, it would be difficult to have a chance.

Watching Wang Ling continue to walk out, Ji Lao had a very bad premonition, as if he was walking on a road that could not be turned back, but he was still walking, extremely determined, as if possessed. The soles of his feet were raised, and they dripped onto the ground like falling blood. Although Ji Lao avoided all the vital parts, Wang Ling still felt waves of severe pain, which went straight into his bones and was unbearable.

Ji Lao followed him and was about to grab him, but Wang Ling said quietly:

"I want to go back to the academy."

The hand that was suspended in the air fell again. Ji Lao suddenly felt guilty, but he also felt that Wang Ling was finished. A person who does not reflect on himself and correct his mistakes will not go far no matter what path he takes, and he will not have a good ending even in the academy.

Wang Ling walked out of the hall, and the breath he couldn't hold back suddenly relaxed, and he fell to the ground. The doctor carried him to the stretcher that had been prepared long ago, and carried him away. But Ji Lao would never see him again in the future, and even if he did, he would no longer be the same person he was at that time.

When Tiemian found Ji Lao, the latter said a lot for him. Tiemian understood his good intentions, but Wang Ling didn't know. Ji Lao took great pains to push the blame away from Wang Ling, but the latter didn't know or even notice it. A disciple who was admitted to the academy is a well-deserved genius, but he can't figure out this kind of thing. I don't know whether to say he is stupid or smart.

It was just Ji Lao's words. Whatever Wang Ling thought, he had done what he should do. The rest was up to fate. He was an old man whose half body was already buried in the ground. Was he afraid that Wang Ling would regard him as an enemy? He asked Tiemian to come to him just to prevent his good intentions from being misunderstood. At least someone had to know about it.

While Nanshang was regrouping and making adjustments in various aspects, Daxia was enjoying a brief moment of joy. When the sun passed half an arc in the sky, in the afternoon, the news from the front had already reached Xiyang City.

In the hall of the City Lord's Mansion, Si Yi saw the letter and hurriedly called the servant to call Eunuch Mu. But the servant was late to return, and when he returned, the news he brought made Si Yi drop the brush in his hand and hurriedly run to the back.

A piece of news spread that Eunuch Mu was critically ill...