Inside Xianyang Palace, every minister wore an ashen expression, not daring to utter a single word.
Reports kept arriving from outside, all of them bad news.
Less than half a night had passed, and Great Qin had already lost ten cities. And that was only Great Qin; the allied minor states surrounding it had not even been counted.
"Crown Prince, at this point, the only option is to send the experts from the imperial city's Attendant Hall and the Crown Prince's Inner Army to resist the Devil Race and reduce our losses. At the very least, we must withstand this first wave of impact," a minister stepped forward and said.
"What did you say? Send them all out? What if Ye Yu returns at a time like this? Are you going to face him?" Qin Han snapped irritably.
The confidence he had to oppose Ye Yu now came from the people Ye Xuan had given him—the so-called Crown Prince's Inner Army.
If all those experts were sent out and Ye Yu returned, he would not even have the confidence to stand against Ye Yu.
The minister's expression shifted repeatedly before he finally withdrew.
"Your Highness, I suggest we consolidate our defenses. With the capital as the center, we should station experts in several major cities around it. They should not be too far away, so that they can return in time should anything happen to the capital," someone said.
"But if we do that, Great Qin may lose half its territory!"
"Losing half is still better than being swallowed by Ye Yu. Half of Great Qin is still Great Qin, but if Ye Yu takes advantage of the opening, then it will no longer be Great Qin. Where would that leave the Crown Prince?"
The court argued without end. Qin