"Your Imperial Majesty, you should please get some rest," said one of the generals from his side. Unlike his son, Yang Qui, this general was middle-aged. He had been with Emperor Yong in building Heping Empire. His name was General Ling.
The Emperor had his eyes closed. "I'm fine," he whispered. To be honest, he had been drifting to sleep once in a while. Years of training and discipline in the military made him this way.
"We should reschedule meeting the leader of the enemy."
"I want this over," he opened his eyes. Two days ago, there had been a welcoming party for his third son—to celebrate his return after a year outside the walls. "I want my son and the princess home as soon as possible. He had delayed far too much already. It's about time we meet this person who dared to come here."
The Emperor had already sent out countless messengers for the enemy beyond Heping's walls. But all he got in reply was that HE HIMSELF SHOULD GO AND MEET THE ENEMY.
