Over the next two months or so, every front of Tiger Chasing advanced steadily.
The Eastern Wilderness forces had all withdrawn within the Eastern Region's borders and had begun gathering northward.
The Third Prince, stationed in the Northwest, had previously watched on with the mindset of letting the snipe and clam contend while the fisherman reaped the gain.
Who could have expected that these two sides would turn out to be all thunder and little rain?
The full-scale clashes along the front had lasted barely half a month before the Eastern Wilderness began a complete withdrawal.
Not only had he failed to gain any advantage, he had instead lost a small stretch of southern territory.
In truth, he could accept such an outcome. That small stretch of southern land was all barren Gobi wasteland with no resources to speak of. It did not matter if it was handed to Tiger Chasing.
"Little Seven has a brain full of mud. I knew long ago that Tiger Chasing would never stay peaceful. Sigh... refusing good advice only brings losses before one's eyes."
Watching Tiger Chasing drive straight in and the Seventh Prince's regime declare its downfall, he had still been secretly rejoicing.
From now on, his eldest brother would have to handle the barbarians in the east and keep fighting Tiger Chasing in the west, so the pressure on his own side would ease considerably.
At the thought of having another chance to continue building up his strength, he felt that the choice he had made all those years ago had been exceedingly wise.
But just then, an urgent shout interrupted his thoughts.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Urgent news from the front!!"
The Third Prince frowned and turned to look at the messenger with displeasure.
"What is it? Why are you panicking