Central State, Capital.
Inside the Imperial Study Room.
Jingtai, clad in a yellow dragon robe, had a slightly somber gaze. Earlier, he personally drafted an edict for King of Beiliang, Wei Jinfeng, and also provided a large amount of Silver Taels and Primordial Crystals, yet the other party showed no sign of gratitude.
Not even a word of thanks for the imperial grace, which made his displeasure reach its peak.
"Your Majesty."
Cao Zhengxian called out softly, watching Jingtai's gloomy expression.
Actually, he didn't find Wei Jinfeng's response strange; after all, this time the court did outsmart him. Thirty thousand elite soldiers and two True Monarchs didn't go to the fiercest battlefield in Liangzhou but went to Youzhou instead.
Anyone would feel discontent.
The only pity is that the Emperor's plan fell through. Originally, he intended to use the Northern Barbarians' cavalry force to completely deplete the Beiliang Army, at most sacrificing some civilian casualties.
