The Final Bulwark, One Mind, Three Uses-A Frenzied Grind!

Great Yan Imperial Palace, Imperial Study.

Yan Qinyu stared at the brocade map hanging on the wall for a long while before finally withdrawing his gaze.

"Phew~"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, and his breath leaked through his fingers, muffled and drawn-out.

Eunuch Nur stood three steps away with a tea tray in hand, watching his nose, his nose watching his mouth, as though he were a lump of air, reducing his presence to the absolute minimum.

It was not until Yan Qinyu called out to him that he spoke. "Nur."

"This old servant is here."

"Tell me, that boy Qin Yao—are the fifty thousand men I transferred to him enough to defend the Northern Frontier?"

As Yan Qinyu asked this, his finger rested on Prosperous Peace Commandery's position on the map.

With a gentle press of his fingertip, he ground a few fine scuff marks into the edge of that dark-green marker.

Eunuch Nur lowered his eyes and chose his words carefully. "Your Majesty, this old servant is dull-witted and knows nothing of military affairs."

"Just speak the most straightforward feeling in your heart!"

Yan Qinyu pressed him relentlessly.

It was not that he absolutely had to get an answer. Rather, the Battle Puppet at the Peak Fourth Layer of the Innate Realm possessed by the Frost Kingdom had left him deeply unsettled.

He simply wanted to hear an outsider's view. Even if it only eased the stifling frustration in his heart, it would be something.

"Yes..." Nur bowed before continuing, "The fifty thousand reinforcements Your Majesty drew from all sides, together with Lord Qin's thirty thousand Flame Lion Iron Cavalry, total eighty thousand men.

"The Golden Frost Barbarians suffered a defeat this time and have been greatly weakened.

"Even if they possess that 'Battle Puppet,' that