"This is a good idea. However, who should be ordered to send the imperial edict to the Marquis of the West?" Fei Zhong asked as he bowed.
He knew that the Marquis of the West was not an ordinary person, and if they sent an ordinary person, he would most likely use all sorts of excuses to get away with it.
If not, even if the Marquis of the West received the edict, he could deliberately delay it for ten days to half a month.
Western Qi and the North Sea were separated by thousands of miles. By the time the army of Western Qi arrived, the rebel army from the North Sea would have already reached the capital.
Di Xin and the other ministers also thought of this.
Who would be the most suitable person to go?
"Your Majesty, this old subject wishes…"
The first one to speak was naturally Great Shang's iron-boned official, Wen Zhong.
However, Di Xin did not even think about it and directly rejected the offer.
