Watching Ye Rong fall silent, Zhixin said coldly:
"Whatever happens, His Majesty is the most important."
Yet Ye Rong spoke up:
"No. Seizing this opportunity is what matters most. As long as we move fast enough and strike them hard enough, we will naturally ease the pressure on His Majesty's side."
At this point, neither of them could persuade the other. Fortunately, Chen Cheng had long anticipated such a fierce disagreement.
"Since neither of us can convince the other, let Prince Pingbei make the decision."
Zhixin believed Prince Pingbei would support her decision, so she spoke first.
Ye Rong naturally had no objection either, because he knew very well that if the two of them could not find a new balance, then even if he truly gained the initiative on the battlefield, the conflict between their sides would inevitably affect the final outcome.
So no matter what Prince Pingbei ultimately decided, once they reached an agreement, both sides would at least be working toward the same goal.
Prince Pingbei was practically in a state of leaving affairs alone these days. After all, he was already advanced in years, and he himself did not wish to create an image of wielding power on his own.
Thus, when Zhixin and Ye Rong came to see him, he was somewhat taken aback.
Ever since he had come to the Northern Frontier, these two—one civil, one martial—had worked together in perfect harmony, if not quite inseparable. Why had they come to ask him to make the final call today?
Knowing that something important must have happened, Prince Pingbei did not meet them immediately. Instead, he had someone bring him the consultation files.
He knew that if the matter was important enough that the two of them could not unify their views, then he absolutely