The gatekeeper, with a solemn expression, led a soldier clad in armor and covered in dust hurriedly into the courtyard.
"Mr. Zhao, this is bad! Two hundred thousand Turkic soldiers are about to descend upon Yong'an City!"
The moment the soldier entered the courtyard, he shouted, his words filled with urgency.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Zun let his towel fall into the copper basin, which trembled slightly and splashed water everywhere.
He raised his eyes to look at the soldier, who trembled as he pulled out a roll of imperial decree from his chest.
"Mr. Zhao, this is the Emperor's personal decree, ordering you to proceed immediately to Yong'an City as the vanguard for this great battle, to go to the front and kill the enemy."
Zhao Zun took the decree, unfurled it quickly, and each word on it stabbed at his heart like a needle.
The trusted aides looked on, eyes wide with anger, cursing Emperor Jing's ruthlessness and injustice in their hearts.
