"Tossing Baiyan City away? Marshal, would the Yueming Emperor still care about his son's life?" he asked.
"It doesn't matter if he cares or not," Zhan Beiye said softly.
So what if the Emperor thought of hundreds of ways to kill Ming Fucheng? He had to appear as a wise ruler and a kind father.
He could not abandon his favorite son because of this incident. What would he become in the eyes of the Yueming Empire's citizens if he did?
If he could give up on his favorite son so easily, wouldn't his ministers just die if something happened?
Hence, if the Yueming Emperor wanted to maintain his reputation, he had to send people to negotiate peace.
"Baiyan City will be ours sooner or later. There's no hurry. You just have to arrange for the provisions. Don't let the soldiers starve," he instructed.
"Yes, Marshal." The deputy generals received his orders and left.
Zhan Beiye held his chin as he watched the deputy generals leave.
