At this moment, in the Imperial Study Room, the candle flames flickered, casting shadows on Emperor Jing's furrowed brow.
On the desk, the memorandum from Cao Xiong of Beiguan lay quietly, its contents seemingly bearing immense weight.
The memorial stated: Recently, the Turkic people have been persistently staging small-scale raids. Although they have not caused significant casualties, they have exhausted the soldiers at Beiguan, leaving them in a state of unrest. They dare not relax for a moment, as no one knows when the Turkic will transform these minor raids into a full-scale attack.
"Alas! Prime Minister, why do you think the Turkic have repeatedly violated our border this year? They are becoming increasingly rampant." A trace of worry flickered in Emperor Jing's eyes.
Beiguan is the gateway to the north of Daxia, and if it falls, the consequences would be unimaginable.
