Capital.
Imperial Palace.
Zhongjue Hall.
Prince Regent Cao Huan and the cabinet officials had practically eaten and slept here for the past several months, never leaving even half a step.
The war in the west was of utmost importance. If anything went wrong...
What faced the Great Sheng Dynasty...
Could be an assault from three sides and total collapse!
Several months had already passed since they had summoned the White-Robed One from Liang Prefecture.
The last news from Jia Prefecture had been that the White-Robed One led the entire army across the river to reinforce Yunduan Prefecture, only to be forced into a decisive battle outside the city.
During that time, the two sides had clashed several times, but neither had gained the upper hand.
Then came the head-on collision between an army of one hundred seventy thousand and an army of three hundred fifty thousand.
They had not rested for days, waiting here around the clock for news.
"Report—"
"Urgent dispatch from Jia Prefecture—"
At last, the long-awaited cry sounded.
"How is it?!"
Cao Huan sprang from his seat. "What was the outcome?"
Everyone turned toward him with tense, expectant eyes.
"Your Highness!"
The soldier presented the battle report with both hands. "Supervisor Chen engaged the Western Qi army head-on outside Yunduan Prefecture. After several engagements, both sides suffered losses. They have now lowered their banners and ceased hostilities, while our army has withdrawn back into Yunduan Prefecture to hold the city."
"Both sides suffered losses?"
Cao Huan, Ming Qingfeng, and the others read through the battle report one after another.
The atmosphere grew even heavier.
"Chen Sanshi didn't win either?!"
This was the first time.
Even when the White-Robed One took the field, he had not immediately succeeded the moment he arrived.
"Not being defeated is already remarkable."