"Your Majesty, the Heavenly Secret Bureau has set out."
"Who's leading them?"
"King Wu Ying has emerged from seclusion and is leading them personally. The Drunken Immortal arrived ahead of them."
"Who did he take?"
"All the commandants and elite warriors in the bureau who aren't recovering from wounds or illness. Every last one."
Di Renchen's expression did not change. He remained silent for a long time before asking, "In your opinion, who will win?"
The gray-haired eunuch lowered his head. "This concerns the affairs of the army and the state. Your subject cannot say."
Di Renchen nodded and said nothing more, returning to his imposing silence.
At that moment, even the old eunuch who knew him best had no idea what he was thinking.
Win or lose, either is fine. What matters is that more of them die. Best if every rebel from the Hundred Schools of Thought dies. King Wu Cheng, King Wu Ying... better still if they don't come back either. As for the Heavenly Secret Bureau, a few survivors would be nice, but it doesn't matter if none return...
No one could know what the Son of Heaven of Great Xia was thinking.
Pan Long and the others naturally knew nothing of what was happening in the Divine Capital.
But everyone knew the Imperial Court would not let the matter rest.
A great many experts, along with Di Cangqiong, were still trapped here. And that strike alone must have dealt the Divine Capital a grievous blow. If the Imperial Court did not retaliate, what would become of its authority?
Of course, from their perspective, the less authority the Imperial Court had, the better. Ideally, its authority would be swept into the dust, champions across the land would rise in rebellion, and they would overthrow the Great