Ming, the Imperial Palace in the Capital.
A swift horse charged into the palace, its rider looking excited.
"Report!"
"Your Majesty, Your Highness, a great victory at Red Dragon City!"
"In the battle at Red Dragon City, our army routed the Yuan forces and slew more than two hundred thousand enemies. Even their commander, Si Hanfei, died at Lord Yu's hands!"
"The Yuan forces are now fleeing in defeat. The crisis in northern Ming has been resolved!"
These words stunned the entire hall.
"What?!"
"The Yuan army retreated? Wonderful!"
"Heaven blesses Ming! Heaven blesses Ming!"
"Thank goodness Ming has Lord Yu! He truly is a pillar of our nation!"
"Indeed! As long as we have Lord Yu, Ming will never fear foreign invasion!"
"Hahaha... Those northern barbarians dared invade Ming. Well slain, Lord Yu! Well slain!"
The civil and military officials buzzed with boundless excitement.
Ever since the Yuan army had marched south and the Northern Frontier had fallen, bad news had arrived one piece after another.
Either another city had fallen, or more civilians had been killed.
To defend against the northern tribes, Emperor Chengzu had moved the capital to Shuntian Prefecture, only a few hundred li from the Northern Frontier.
Once the Northern Frontier fell, it would not take long for the Yuan army to reach them.
The pressure on them had been immense.
Throughout this period, they had spent practically every day in fear and unease.
They had feared that Sun Chuanting would lose, Red Dragon City would fall, and the Yuan army would drive south straight to the Capital.
Then Ming would be finished.
But now, good news had finally arrived.
Yu Huatian truly had never disappointed them!
For a time, amid their excitement, everyone inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
On the dragon throne, the