Xie Liancheng brought up the matter, so Zhou Xu also gave some thought to how things should be arranged when the time came.
But no matter how you looked at it, Xie Liancheng was definitely going to be busy from here on out.
He had barely seen Xie Liancheng off when another personal guard hurried in, looking flustered, and quickly reported something to him.
"His Majesty, a message has come from the Northeast Fortress..."
As he spoke, the personal guard leaned in and whispered a few words. After hearing them, Zhou Xu let out an "oh."
"They've flipped the table already?"
There was no need to say more. The news of Feisher flipping the table had already reached him.
However, the messenger wasn't one of the spies Great Zhou had stationed in the Smith Republic. Spies simply couldn't transmit messages that quickly.
Instead, it was a representative whom Peter himself had sent, riding hard on a fast horse to seek reinforcements.
Just as he had said before, Zhou Xu had long anticipated that the two parties might flip the table.
But that didn't mean he wanted to get involved.
He had been living quite comfortably these past few years and had no desire to meddle in those troublesome affairs.
Not to mention that, strictly speaking, this was an internal matter of the Smith Republic.
If he intervened, wouldn't that be equivalent to interfering in another country's internal affairs?
The United Nations did, at least for the time being, have an explicit rule prohibiting interference in the internal affairs of other countries.
The problem was that he apparently had no way to stop the troops led by Peter from fleeing toward Great Zhou's border.
The other side's main force hadn't even arrived yet. Surely he couldn't dispatch troops in advance to