After all, he could practically be considered a veteran when it came to being confined against his will.
During those years in Beirong, there had truly been very few days when he had remained obediently inside the imperial palace.
"So you've decided to go tonight?"
The voice belonged to Shang Qinghua.
"You've already settled the matter of Nanxie?"
The moment Yue Mingxuan heard Shang Qinghua's voice, he felt as though he had suddenly found someone he could rely on.
For reasons he could not explain, the anxiety weighing on his heart eased considerably.
"That's right. Nanxie's national strength was indeed weak, and their emperor had little intention of resisting in the first place."
Shang Qinghua shrugged.
Even he had not expected the Nanxie campaign to be so easy.
He had assumed that the Nanxie royal family would at least put up some symbolic resistance, but instead, they had surrendered very quickly.
"So Dongyue is next, isn't it..."
