Xiao Tianyang made his way to the Imperial Study, accompanied by the two ministers of the Ministry of War and Ministry of Revenue.
"Sit."
As he raised a hand to signal the two men to sit, he first went to a bookshelf at the side to retrieve something.
Fan Li and Wei Liao did not take their seats until Xiao Tianyang had finished retrieving the items and sat down.
Xiao Tianyang no longer cared about their little formalities.
As he flipped through the documents in his hands, he said, "Do you understand what I said in the combat conference room just now?"
Wei Liao pondered for a moment before saying, "Your Majesty, isn't this plan a little too risky?"
"If we strip the defensive legions from the cities around the imperial capital, it would be equivalent to standing barehanded before the enemy."
"Though it may seem that as long as the Frontline holds, the rear will remain secure, the imperial capital is the foundation of the nation. How can we truly leave it to chance?"
"Furthermore, Your Majesty has already sent nearly a million troops to the Frontline."
"If this continues... this subject fears unrest among the people within the dynasty."
Without stopping his work, Xiao Tianyang continued, "Elder Fan, what do you think?"
After contemplating for a moment, Fan Li said, "Heavenly Martial Dynasty's logistics supply can barely keep up."
"However, the subsequent consequences it causes will inevitably take even more time to smooth over."
"Our finances have only just begun to ease. Starting another major war would not be difficult..."
Xiao Tianyang finally set down the documents in his hand and looked up. "So, you still disagree with my plan?"
"This subject would not dare."
The two rose simultaneously, lowered their heads, and cupped their hands in salute.