There was another suffocating silence in the royal court.
After a while, the emperor stared at Lord Xu's gaze and gradually looked at the Marquis of Ningyuan. "What do you think, Marquis of Ningyuan? Are you willing to lead troops to quell the rebellion in Shandong?"
The Marquis of Ningyuan trembled and had no choice but to walk into the hall. He knelt on the ground with a thud. "Your Majesty, ever since my leg was injured in the battle with the Di people three years ago, I can no longer ride a horse, let alone lead an army to war. I'm afraid I can't help the Imperial Court calm the chaos and damage the dignity of our Great Zhou. I-I beg Your Majesty to find another…"
"Enough—" The emperor was furious. He suddenly grabbed his teacup and smashed it on the Marquis of Ningyuan's head.
The Marquis of Ningyuan screamed and fell to the ground.
However, no one in the court dared to look at him.
