The heated chamber was silent for a moment.
Zheng Fan tried his best to appear natural, but a bitter smile soon touched his lips.
He had underestimated his opponent.
Of course, the progression of this entire affair, the so-called 'grand tide of events,' had nothing to do with whether Chief Zheng had been careless or not.
One could only say that none who sat upon the Dragon Throne were simpletons.
The Qian State possessed nearly seven hundred thousand elite troops on its Three Borders. Originally, if these forces had turned south to reinforce the capital, the Earl of North Border and Lord Jingnan could have led two hundred thousand cavalry to annihilate this grand army on the plains. Such an outcome was entirely possible.
