Xiangyang, Ning Army Camp.
"Look at this, what kind of battle have Yang Jing and Shangguan Ming fought!"
In the conference hall, Shen Qiu slammed the war report from the northern and southern front lines onto the ground, his face seething with anger: "I entrusted the army and state affairs to those two, gave them full authority, which was the greatest of favors.
Is this how they repay me?
Yang Jing has lost cities and territory, Shangguan Ming has lost soldiers and officers, my two hundred thousand troops have been humiliated by the Chu bandits, leaving the battlefields in the north and Lingnan in shambles. Have they lived up to my trust?"
In the hall below, the civil and military officers of Ning Country stood on both sides, trembling as they watched their sovereign's furious face and the war report on the ground, all bowing their heads in silence, not daring to speak.
Only Bai Yian couldn't help but sigh internally upon seeing this.