The current situation is like a complex and perilous game of chess, where every move is a matter of life and death for the nation, and the slightest misstep could lead to total defeat.
We must not make any rash moves. If we act too hastily, we risk disturbing a sleeping dragon.
Not only would it alert the enemy, but it would also bring Yi'er a fatal crisis from which there is no way out.
The Emperor Emeritus knew perfectly well that, in this vast world, although there was no shortage of talented people, apart from Qin Qianluo, there was almost no one else with such extraordinary abilities.
It can restrain the mysterious, unpredictable, and extremely evil entity within Ning Chenxing's body.
Even the Imperial Advisor, renowned for his extraordinary abilities and wisdom, would likely be powerless to reverse such a bizarre and illogical situation, and could only sigh in despair.
But the situation on the battlefield now is as dire as a dilapidated building in a storm, teetering on the brink of collapse.
The battle at the front is intense, and the situation is changing rapidly. The Kingdom of Jizi is like a vicious wolf lurking in the darkness, and who knows how many deadly firearms it may be hiding.
Those firearms were like the Sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's heads, gleaming coldly, ready to fall mercilessly at any moment and bring annihilation to their side.
If Qin Qianluo had not been able to strategize and command effectively on the battlefield, countless more brave and fearless soldiers would have been needlessly lost in this cruel and bloody war.
It will also mercilessly harm countless innocent people, plunging them into a tragic and miserable state of suffering and loss of life.
The retired emperor weighed the pros and cons repeatedly in his mind, and all sorts of thoughts surged and churned in his mind like a turbulent tide.
Every choice felt like a heavy burden, weighing heavily on his heart and making it hard for him to breathe.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, his cheek muscles bulging as if he had made a resolute decision to fight to the bitter end, and slowly opened his mouth.
His voice, though deep, carried an unwavering and resolute quality born of experience: "I will secretly order the hidden satellite to return to the capital at night and inform Yi'er of the details."
Fortunately, Yu'er is currently staying in the court and can temporarily hold the fort. Although Yi'er is not skilled in martial arts.
However, since the founding of the Ning Dynasty, the Chiwen Division has been like a hidden protective armor, only revealing its sharpness when the emperor encounters misfortune.
These secret guards obey only the emperor's orders, remaining in hiding year-round, yet they can turn the tide in the nick of time.
Furthermore, the Imperial Guards in the palace were always ready to defend the palace, like an impregnable fortress.
Furthermore, with guards constantly by Yi'er's side, it seems unlikely that even if such villains harbor treacherous ambitions, they could shake the foundations of the imperial city in an instant.
The retired emperor stood there, his expression solemn, his words seemingly trying to clarify the complex and chaotic situation.
It was both a way of convincing herself to face this complex and harsh reality, and a gentle, comforting gesture, like soft wings, carefully soothing the worried and haggard-looking Empress Dowager beside her.
His tone was steady and powerful, each syllable sounding as if it had been refined through countless trials, uttered from his tightly pursed lips.
With unwavering determination and resolve, it was as if he were declaring to the world and making a vow to his own heart.
In this chaotic time, he understood better than anyone that the actions of the Kingdom of Jizi had become so arrogant and domineering that they were intolerable.
Like a malignant tumor, it is deeply embedded in the border and has become a major concern that must be eliminated.
The Jizi Kingdom harbored wolfish ambitions, coveting our nation's territory with boundless greed. Their various evil deeds, like sharp blades, pierced the hearts of everyone who cared for their country.
If we turn a blind eye to the wanton and reckless behavior of such villains, allowing them to run rampant in the border areas, burning, killing, and looting, we will be in serious trouble.
For the innocent civilians on the border, that was undoubtedly a horrific catastrophe.
They will be plunged into misery by the ravages of war, and their peaceful lives will be ruthlessly shattered.
Life in the storms of war is as fragile as a small boat, which can be swallowed up by the raging waves at any moment.
Those soldiers who shoulder the mission of defending their homeland and fought bloody battles will also suffer more pain and casualties in this endless war.
They charged into battle on the front lines, using their flesh and blood to withstand the enemy's attacks, but they might pay an even heavier price due to the enemy's treachery and recklessness.
Thinking of all this, the retired emperor's brows furrowed tightly into a deep frown.
Those deep ravines were filled with profound concern for the fate of the nation, tenderness for the people and soldiers, and a firm determination to defend national dignity and territorial integrity.
He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze like a blazing torch, piercing through the thick fog, and looked straight at Qin Qianluo.
Those eyes were filled with earnest expectations and unwavering trust, as if they held the future of the entire nation and the well-being of millions of people in the midst of this turbulent situation.
All their hopes were pinned on the brave, fearless, and resourceful King Zhao before them.
After a brief pause, he cleared his throat softly, the sound echoing in the silent space, carrying a reassuring power.
He then continued in his loud and authoritative voice.
"The fierce army under King Zhao should sweep away the Kingdom of Jizi with thunderous force, return in triumph as soon as possible, and rescue Yi'er from her perilous situation."
Although the war on the border has not yet ended, King Zhao is a man of great talent and strategy, and he will surely be able to weigh the pros and cons, both safeguarding the country and addressing the urgent needs of his ruler.
As the Son of Heaven, Yi'er is the heir to the throne and should be as steadfast as metal and stone, able to stand firmly at the forefront even amidst raging storms.
If our army prepares for battle, defeats the enemy, and returns to the capital as quickly as possible, we will surely be able to turn the tide, avert disaster, and safeguard the peace and stability of our dynasty.
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