Inside the Star Luo Imperial Palace, Xu Jiujiu had barely entered the great hall when she saw her Elder Brother, Xu Jiawei, pacing anxiously beside the throne.
“Elder Brother, what exactly is the situation now?” Xu Jiujiu asked.
Ordinarily, she often went to the border in her Elder Brother's stead to encourage the troops and bring supplies and medical personnel.
Xu Jiawei looked at the many ministers kneeling in the hall and said helplessly, "The commander of the defending forces was wounded by a Soul Tool explosion. We don't know whether he'll live."
"But the message said he's been sent to receive the best treatment available."
"I came here mainly to hear what you think we should do," Xu Jiawei said.
Ever since he had ascended the throne, Xu Jiujiu had been his greatest help.
It would not be an exaggeration to say the two of them ruled the Star Luo Empire together.
Xu Jiujiu calmly laid out the information she had gathered once more.
"If we can get the Fatui's help, use the Train's troop transport route to strengthen the border defenses, and send one of the armies guarding the capital to the front, we might be able to ease the pressure there for now," she said.
The civil ministers stepped forward one after another to object. "You mustn't, Your Majesty!"
"The capital garrison protects Your Majesty and the realm. If you transfer a unit to shore up the front at will, you could leave the Imperial Palace—and Your Majesty—unprotected!"
“Princess Jiujiu is still young. She hasn't thought this through.”
An elderly minister offered his advice. "Why not send an envoy to seek peace with the Sun Moon Empire? We can invoke the brotherly ties among the Three Original Continents to pressure them into withdrawing and ending the fighting."