The stillness of the night was punctuated by the relentless chirping of summer cicadas, accompanied by the gentle breeze that whispered into dreams.
Inside the study of Shuanghua Residence.
"With the four camps besieging Southern Mountain, Prince, why not have the forces from Yun Chuan divide and come to support?" Ye Ming spoke with unending worry.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was met with a cold glare from Ye Feng.
Yan Sihan sat calmly behind his desk, having already said much. Hearing Ye Ming's suggestion, he spoke, "No need, as long as Yun Chuan's navy holds Su State, Great Nan will not fall."
Ye Ming: "Prince, if so, I fear the Capital will be lost."
"What's the lesser and what's the greater?" Yan Sihan's voice was cold.
"This subordinate acknowledges his mistake."
...
―――Imperial Palace.
Under the moonlight, a group clad in black armor reached a hundred steps from the Imperial Palace Gate, a dark mass with gleaming blades in hand.
