"Prince Li's Mansion Chief Clerk Xie Yu has arrived as a special envoy!"
"He also bears a personal letter from Prince Li Ji Yuan!"
The report from the subordinate official made Liu Feng's expression turn ugly at once. In that instant, he understood many of the hidden connections.
He understood the string of strange events that had happened these past few days.
Gu Tieqi, standing to one side, furrowed his brow, still somewhat bewildered. What was Prince Li sending a special envoy for at a time like this?
Compared to Liu Feng, Gu Tieqi, Feng Jiumo, and the others had a weaker political instinct, so they had not yet reacted.
But veteran officials who had spent years in government, like Qiao Hong, possessed an exceptionally sharp political nose. They immediately understood, just as Liu Feng had.
Once they understood, Qiao Fu and the other prefectural officials, who had previously been under mountain-like pressure, all revealed looks of relief.
After all, they now had a way out. The North Sea Prefecture Duke's Mansion would no longer have to face several million Devil Race troops and over ten million Water Clan troops alone. Who would not feel relieved?
Those were several million Devil Race troops and over ten million Water Clan troops.
Forget defeat—even if they could win, how many lives would have to be fed into that battlefield?
How much material would have to be poured in?
How could the few prefectures under the North Sea Prefecture Duke's Mansion possibly withstand them?
Previously, they had been incomparably worried about this.
Now, however, they were completely at ease.
Why had Prince Li Ji Yuan sent a special envoy at this moment?
And not just any envoy—the Chief Clerk of Prince Li's Mansion!
Whether it was the chief clerk of the North Sea