Three days later.
The Jiang family army and the various forces of the Huainan King's Mansion officially marched north.
Jiang Jiamian once again donned his long-unseen silver armor and white robes. Mounted on a white warhorse, spear in hand and cold arrows at his side, he looked every bit the handsome young general of old.
"Jiamian, I won't go."
Jiang Qingshan sighed and turned away. "With you leading the Jiang family army, I believe there will be no mistakes. As for this matter of seizing the throne, I have no intention of stopping you, but I cannot personally lead the troops."
After all, this time the enemy was no longer the soldiers of Gele and Tuojia, but those of their own Great An.
He couldn't do it.
All he could do was not stand in his son's way.
