The gates of the two princely mansions in the imperial capital were tightly shut.
Prince Duan and Prince Zhenxi were each claiming illness and staying home, not stepping out of their front gates or even their inner doors.
Even if the sky fell, it had nothing to do with them. As long as the great general at Jinling Ferry was safe, and Jinling Ferry did not fall, neither of them would say a word.
So what if twenty thousand imperial soldiers had died?
When war broke out, wasn't it only natural for people to die?
Not to mention a heavenly tribulation as terrifying as the one today.
Qiu Mingyu watched Prince Duan, his heart in his throat.
Unable to hold back, he asked, "Your Highness, do you really believe the great general won't die on the battlefield?"
Prince Duan smiled. "Don't worry. I believe the Prince of Zhennan keeps his word. With him there, the great general might suffer a little, but how could he die in battle?"
Qiu Mingyu frowned and looked in the direction of Jinling Ferry.
He said gravely, "This battle will probably leave the dynasty severely weakened. You brothers really won't step in?"
Prince Duan shook his head. "Either Wang Xian returns with the remains of my elder brother, or my elder brother appears before me. Otherwise, neither of us will act."
"All right!"
Qiu Mingyu let out a wistful sigh. "Your whole family is crazy... If that happens, won't the Right Chancellor's daughter suffer for it?"
At the thought of Nalan Qiuqiu in the imperial palace, a trace of worry welled up in Qiu Mingyu's heart.
He was afraid that when the day came for blades to clash, that poor woman would be caught up in it too.
Prince Duan sighed.
He murmured, "Good fortune