"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Chen Qingwan dismounted, walked up to a soldier, and asked:
Do you know how the army of Shannan Prefecture captured Haixia Pass?
The soldier paused for a moment, then puffed out his chest and said proudly:
"Your Majesty, the army of Shannan Prefecture is well-equipped and well-trained."
"Furthermore, it was Lord Lu's strategic planning and decisive victory that enabled us to defeat the many with the few and easily capture Haixia Pass!"
Chen Qingwan asked several more soldiers, and the answers she received were all similar.
A sense of powerlessness welled up inside her.
Lu Yan's prestige was already deeply rooted in everyone's eyes.
To them, she, the emperor, was perhaps just a distant symbol.
“Li Mu,” Chen Qingwan suddenly turned to look at Li Mu.
"Tell me, how should I deal with Lu Yan?"
Li Mu was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice:
"Your Majesty, in my opinion, the most urgent task is to strengthen the defense of Jingzhou and recruit more elite soldiers and generals to prepare for any eventuality."
Chen Qingwan nodded. "That's what I think too."
......
Meanwhile, in the Golden Palace of the Northern Xiang Kingdom.
At this moment, a heavy, gloomy cloud hung over the place. The air was stifling, oppressive, and suffocating.
The King of Beixiang sat on the dragon throne, his face grim.
His gaze was sharp as a knife as he stared intently at the battle report that had been delivered by express courier.
The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force, as he tried to crush the thin piece of paper.
"Smack!"
With a crisp sound, the battle report was slammed onto the dragon desk.
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