Joining forces with the Tian and Ma rebels, their combined forces of nearly seven million men had the Zhao Kingdom's main army pinned tightly within a single region.
Victory was within sight, the fall of the Zhao Kingdom was imminent, and news had arrived that Feng Ruonan had given birth. Good fortune truly came one after another.
The generals were drinking heartily in Shang Chaozong's tent, saying that the Young Prince's birth at such a time was an auspicious omen and the like.
Yet before they could celebrate for long, devastating news came crashing down like a basin of icy water poured over their heads. Everyone was dumbfounded. The Young Prince had been abducted the moment he was born? The County Princess had been taken too?
Shang Chaozong pressed both fists against the table, his breathing somewhat ragged.
The message said it had been Zhao Kingdom's doing. What Zhao Kingdom wanted by doing such a thing at this time hardly needed thinking. The generals' expressions turned grave.
"Invite the Sect Masters of the three major sects here," Shang Chaozong said in a low voice.
With the decisive battle at hand, the Sect Masters of the three major sects had already gathered here.
Guessing that he intended to ask the three major sects to help devise a solution, one general reached out and stopped the messenger, reminding Shang Chaozong, "Prince, the Zhao Kingdom's purpose in committing such a despicable act is obvious—they are likely trying to force Your Highness to withdraw the troops. If the three major sects learn of this, they will not care whether the Young Prince and the County Princess live or die. They will not let the Zhao Kingdom have its way. While the matter is still in our own hands, we still have room to maneuver.