Bring Troops into the Golden Hall!
In the Golden Hall, Imperial Advisor Shang Lang stood at the head of the civil officials, but the ministers behind him were buzzing with discussion while he remained taciturn, making him seem somewhat out of place.
"What a bunch of pedantic civil officials. Do they really think that peace between the Divine Martial Nation and the Central Sacred Nation can preserve their lives?"
"The feud between the Divine Martial Nation and the Central Sacred Nation has long since become an irreconcilable blood feud. Only one side can survive."
"Either the Central Sacred Nation dies, or the Divine Martial Nation perishes."
"Even if they make peace now, His Majesty Emperor Xiao and all the civil and military officials gathered here will probably find it hard to escape calamity."
"A bunch of idiots."
Imperial Advisor Shang Lang let out a long sigh, and his gaze darkened. Watching the ministers behind him eagerly discuss how they would persuade His Majesty Emperor Xiao to make peace, the Imperial Advisor shook his head speechlessly.
With another inward sigh, the Imperial Advisor looked toward the seat of Chu Jiangliu, the chief military official, and felt somewhat desolate. King Chu, I once hoped more than anyone that you would leave the imperial court. Now, I hope more than anyone that you can stand in court again. Sadly... sigh...
Within the Golden Hall, the civil officials were engaged in heated discussion, while the military officials waited with solemn expressions.
"King Chu is here."
"Greetings, King Chu."
"Your subordinate greets King Chu."
At that moment, all the military officials turned to look at the imposing general who entered the Golden Hall, clad in battle armor. Their pupils involuntarily contracted.
The military officials were overjoyed and clasped their fists in greeting toward Chu Jiangliu.