Let's leave aside for now how Ji Fengming and Hei Xiao shamelessly woke Shang Xiye from her bed.
The next morning, the court session began.
Ever since the emperor and empress dowager received the secret report in the middle of the night, each day felt like an eternity.
This morning at court, the scout finally arrived at the court with an urgent battle report delivered by express messenger, arriving dusty and weary from his journey, nearly thrilling the emperor.
As soon as the scouts on horseback arrived at the palace and finished reading the battle report, Shang Xiche couldn't wait to appoint generals on the spot: "Ninth Prince, you were originally in charge of guarding the northwest border; now that the war is urgent again, you should step forward and protect the peace of our Great Zhao border."
I know that your injuries have not yet fully healed;
However, when Duke Chen and Marquis Anping went to the Northwest last time, they suffered a great defeat and returned to the capital. It seems that the war in the Northwest cannot be won without you.
"You can return to the capital to recuperate after the war is over."
Shang Xiche spoke with unwavering conviction, and in front of the entire court, he left Shang Xiye no room for negotiation.
Most of the court officials wore expressions of disbelief, yet also a sense of entitlement.
Duke Chen and the others, with a slight smile on their lips and their lowered eyes revealing undisguised smugness and calculation: Ninth Prince, you have incurred the wrath of the masses!
You'll see if you don't die this time!
Shang Xiye sat calmly in his wheelchair, his hands resting peacefully on his knees, his gaze calm and indifferent: "Since that's the case, then I will go and return quickly."
The entire court: "?!!"
Does he treat war like a leisurely stroll in a garden?
They go when they want to go, and return when they want to return; this is a determined pace towards a swift victory.
Then, without prior arrangement, they all turned to look at the Duke of Chen, who had just returned defeated.
Old Duke Chen, isn't this a slap in the face?
Duke Chen's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, but his mood was exactly the same as Shang Xiche's:
That damned Ninth Prince!
No matter how arrogant you are, you're just a grasshopper in autumn, you won't be able to hop around for many more days!
"Since Ninth Prince is so confident, and the Northwest is full of your people, there's no need for those tedious formalities of mustering troops. There's no better time than today, so set off tomorrow." Shang Xiche looked at Shang Xiye coldly, as if he were looking at a dying man, not even bothering to hide his true feelings.
The civil and military officials in the court finally began to understand, and were immediately dumbfounded.
Oh My God!
Is the Emperor planning to have the Ninth Prince buried alive in the Northwest?
Does the Emperor think that by seizing half of the Ninth Prince's beast tally and driving him out of the capital, he can defeat the Ninth Prince?
"Yes!" Shang Xiye replied indifferently.
His expression remained unchanged, as if he were completely unaware of the changing expressions of the people in court, or the intense hostility from the emperor and the Duke of Chen.
His calm reaction excited all the officials in the court.
Especially those courtiers who were not afraid of death and only cared about the pleasure of speaking their minds, immediately offered words of comfort like that of a loving mother:
"Ninth Prince truly lives up to his title of God of War; what courage he possesses!"
"With the Ninth Prince back in the Northwest, the war in the Northwest is under control!"
Shang Xiche and Duke Chen's hearts sank: No, we must strengthen our plans after we get back, otherwise we might end up angering the Ninth Prince instead of killing him, and inviting his crazy revenge!
With these officials boasting and promoting the news, the news that the Ninth Prince was about to go to the Northwest to take charge of the war quickly spread throughout the capital, and the entire capital was in an uproar.
Sitting in a private room on the second floor of Longyue Teahouse, Shang Beiyu felt the lively atmosphere of Kyoto and his mood was also very sunny.
Go, Ninth Prince, hurry up and go to war.
With the young female bandit alone in the capital, he would have plenty of time to meet her by chance, have heart-to-heart talks, and cultivate feelings for her.
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