Why Can't He Win?

In the eighth year of Great Song's Kaibao era.

Jinling.

The Song Army had besieged the city for a full year. Men and horses were exhausted, and all under Heaven suffered for it.

Jinling, too, no longer possessed its former bustle and splendor.

By Li Yu's order, every resource within Jinling had to make way for the war. He wanted to hold Jinling. What if? What if he managed to hold it? If they held on a little longer, perhaps Great Song might withdraw its troops.

And in truth, Li Yu's thinking was not entirely wrong.

Zhao Kuangyin really was nearing a breakdown.

When the Verdant Green Maiden arrived, the Song Army below was still besieging the city.

"..."

She looked at the Song Army, then at Jinling's formidable defenses, and let out a long sigh.

Li Yu had already forged Jinling into an iron bucket.

From Purple Gold Mountain, the Verdant Green Maiden surveyed the city. After circling around for quite some time, she finally found a suitable spot to climb over.

Even she had needed to go through such trouble. It was only harder for the Song Army to get in.

Within the palace halls.

Li Yu's expression was sorrowful.

He stood at the palace gate, gazing into the distance at drifting blossoms and falling leaves.

"...What time is it?"

he suddenly asked.

The attendants following behind him immediately replied, "Reporting to Your Majesty, it is the You hour."

"The You hour..."

Li Yu murmured. He turned to look at them and asked again.

"Is the Song Army still besieging the city?"

Upon hearing this, the men looked at one another, unsure how to answer.

"Well..."

"They should still be there. We have not heard any cheers within the city."

"Should? You do not even know something like