"Pass down my decree. All the city checkpoints are not to be blocked. Let the unfilial son in.”
"All the guards at the border, return to the capital immediately.”
The originally calm faces of the ministers were now filled with four words: It was unbelievable!
Wasn't the reason why they had sent the northern cities to stop the Third Prince to buy time?
What was the purpose of ordering the city gates to be opened and letting the Third Prince in?
This fatuous ruler did not intend to resist and planned to surrender.
The Prime Minister stood rooted to the ground, thinking that he was hallucinating.
The Emperor had sent the northern cities over previously. Although it was a stupid move, it was obvious that it was to delay the Third Prince's footsteps.
Although the northern cities had surrendered, they had achieved their goal of dragging the Third Prince along.
He wondered if the Emperor was still trying to convince the ancestors in the depths of the palace.
They needed some time, so they deliberately sent the northern cities to delay the Third Prince.
Now that he said that the city's checkpoints could not be blocked and that the unfilial son could enter, he guessed that he had not slept well and was hallucinating.
His Majesty was not crazy. How could he let the Third Prince in and even withdraw the border guards?
"Prime Minister, what do you think His Majesty is planning?”
Just as the Prime Minister was about to shake off his wild thoughts, he heard his subordinate ask softly,
Hmm? Are you serious?
The Prime Minister's eyes widened as he looked at the ministers.
The ministers looked at each other, not bothering to care about the Prime Minister's expression.
They had failed to control their expressions, and their faces were all sickly and their eyes were unfocused.
Did His Majesty say these two sentences?
The Prime Minister raised his head and stared at the Emperor, unable to move his eyes away for a long time.
Normally, he wouldn't dare to look directly at the Emperor.
Looking at the monarch with the intention to assassinate the king and kill the emperor was a great disrespect.
But today, the Prime Minister really couldn't care less about these things. His eyes seemed to be begging for an answer from the Emperor. Your Majesty, is that true?
Su Mo coldly looked back at the Prime Minister, and there was no room for negotiation in his eyes.
Everything was set in stone. The monarch's words were worth thousands of gold.
"Retreat."
The Emperor waved his sleeves and turned to leave without giving the ministers a chance to refute.
The ministers did not leave. They gathered together and started to chatter.
The minister from the faction that protected the prince pointed at the minister from the faction that killed the prince and cursed.
"Idiot! You idiots! If we had been so determined to protect the Third Prince, the current situation would not have happened.”
"Dammit, what are you saying? I haven't seen you defend the Third Prince. If you have the ability, say it in front of His Majesty now!”
"Foolish. I'm ashamed to be with you!”
"You're talking nonsense. I'll teach you a lesson today.”
The minister who was scolded rolled up his sleeves and pretended to hit someone. The people beside him quickly pulled him back.
The Prime Minister walked over with a gloomy face.
"Prime Minister, hurry up and persuade them.”
The prime minister moved away the people who were trying to stop the fight. He looked at the minister who was being scolded and pointed at the one who was cursing.
"Go, don't worry about me, don't hold back.”
"If you think it's not enough to vent your anger, I'll go to the guards and get you a knife.”
The ministers who were scolding, being scolded, and watching the show were all dumbfounded. They looked at the Prime Minister in confusion.
The Prime Minister had always valued harmony. This was one of the reasons why everyone admired him, because he would never easily side with another party.
Today, he wasn't on either side, but the meaning behind his words was somewhat frightening.
The minister who was scolded said timidly,"It's not that bad, right?"
"I was just angry for a moment and didn't control my mouth.”
The Prime Minister glanced at them sinisterly, his tone as cold as ice.
"Fight! Then fight."
"Trash! You're all trash!"
The Prime Minister's angry voice resounded throughout the throne room, and the guards outside were stunned.
No matter when, he had never seen the Prime Minister lose his composure like this. What was going on today?
The Third Prince was extremely powerful. If he was allowed to enter the capital, only the old ancestor could deal with the Third Prince.
However, if they were to take action in the capital, regardless of whether they won or lost, the people of the capital would be affected!
His Majesty had made such a decision because he did not care about the people of the capital at all. He did not even care about the life and death of his ancestor.
If they were to mobilize their resources now, the ancestors would kill the Third Prince with lightning speed and not give him a chance to grow. Only then would the casualties be minimized!
From Jubei City to the capital, even if there were no checkpoints, it would take at least half a month.
The Third Prince's strength was progressing at a godly speed. In half a month, who knew what kind of changes would happen?
If he could kill a Rank-3 martial grandmaster that day, he might be able to kill a Rank-2 martial grandmaster in the future.
The Prime Minister did not know much about the background of the royal family of Dali, but he was smart enough to figure it out.
It was impossible for the royal family of Dali to have a first-class martial grandmaster. If there was a first-class martial grandmaster in Dali, their status in the seven countries would not have remained lukewarm.
No matter how incompetent the Emperor was, with a first-grade grandmaster around, the countries would not dare to act rashly.
However, the attitude of the Six Nations was clearly not that of fear. Instead, they were eyeing him covetously.
From this, it could be seen that the foundation of the Dali royal family was at most a second-grade grandmaster.
Those below Rank-2 martial grandmaster could not suppress the forces of the martial world and the outer court. Those above Rank-2 martial grandmaster would not be so cowardly.
The only question that puzzled the Prime Minister was how many Rank-2 grandmasters were there?
If there was only one, it would definitely be the old ancestor who suppressed the rebels back then.
If the Third Prince could kill a Peak Rank-3 Great Grandmaster, he might be able to kill that ancestor in half a month.
Even if there was more than one second-grade grandmaster in the Li Dynasty, they would have to pay a huge price to kill the Third Prince.
According to the intelligence report that day, the Third Prince still had some strength left after killing Daoist Wuyun.
This was intriguing. How much was the so-called remaining energy?
If the Third Prince had been able to kill a Rank Two grandmaster that day, then the Dali royal family's heritage would have been useless, and they would not have been able to keep the Emperor's throne.
Moreover, with the border guards retreating, the foreign forces would have an opportunity to send people to stir up the capital.
If he wanted to plot against the Li Dynasty, he would definitely send a Great Grandmaster over. No matter what the outcome was, he would be able to reap the benefits and easily take down the capital of the Li Dynasty.
The Li Dynasty was already in dire straits. His Majesty's two orders were like burying the Li Dynasty with his own hands!
Is His Majesty really so muddle-headed that he wants to destroy Dali?
What sin has Dali committed!
To have such a fatuous ruler!
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