"Supreme One, you may be able to endure this, but I cannot. I cannot bear to watch this any longer. Let me lead the troops into battle—even if I die, I'll still tear a chunk of flesh from them."
"Me too. Please let me go out. I will fight them to the death. Even if I die, I'll take a few of them down with me."
"I can't endure it. I simply can't. Let me go out—let me slaughter them until not a single piece of armor remains."
"Same here. My great blade is already hungry and thirsting for battle. I'm not afraid of death, but I fear humiliation. I fear such humiliation."
"Supreme One, let me go. Let me march to war. I'm not afraid of death. Even if I die, it will be worth it."
In the imperial court of the Great Frost Imperial Dynasty, the assembled officials burned with righteous indignation, each one requesting to go to war.
Every one of them wore an expression of utter disregard for death.
The enemy had bullied them right up to their doorstep.
Humiliation—this was simply humiliation.
Provocation—this was utterly naked provocation! They could not endure it. They absolutely could not endure it. They wished they could raise their blades and charge out for a glorious battle that very instant.
Even if they died, they would have no regrets.
They refused to stand here, allowing others to provoke them, standing here and enduring such humiliation.
Above them, Su Tao sat upright in his lofty seat. Watching the officials' furious expressions, he was very satisfied.
This was exactly what he wanted.
The imperial court, once a stagnant pool of dead water, finally looked somewhat presentable.
Yet his expression did not change.
He merely watched in silence.
Silently listening to the officials'