Finally, they were leaving those indiscriminate and foolish Emperor Zhan Ling.
They couldn't understand that the Zhan Ling Empire's territory for the past ten years had been guarded by their Prince Zhan, but Emperor Zhan Ling, a man with no eyesight, actually didn't want to see their Prince Zhan.
It's so hateful.
"Your Majesty, we still have a tough battle to fight next, so we need to prepare well." One of the lieutenants said.
"You should prepare according to the deployment I mentioned, and don't miss anything." Zhan Beiye ordered in a deep voice.
Yes, they do have a tough battle to fight. If Emperor Zhan Ling knew that he had directly swallowed up these ten cities, he would not be able to take the seat. Next, Emperor Zhan Ling will be the one to deal with him.
It is inevitable to send troops to encircle and suppress.
But he would not wait for Emperor Zhan Ling to send troops to fight, so he would naturally make preparations.
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Yueming Empire, Kyoto.
Ming Fucheng, who was injured and in a state of embarrassment, had been picked up by Emperor Yueming.
In the palace, in the private study of Emperor Yue Ming, Emperor Yue Ming dismissed all the servants and left Ming Fucheng alone. There was nothing else at the moment. The gloomy look on his face could no longer be hidden.
.
"You evil beast, kneel down!"
He flicked his sleeve and sent a burst of original soul power towards Mingfuxing City.
Ming Fucheng was stunned for a moment, then raised his head in disbelief and looked at his father.
At this time, he still had no self-awareness, and he still felt that no matter how big the trouble he got into, his father would not be willing to blame him, so he did not have the understanding to admit his mistake to Emperor Yueming all the way back.
It wasn't until the original soul force hit him in the chest that he realized that it seemed that he had really done something wrong. After all, he had lost ten cities.
And this war was caused by him. Even if his father doted on him, he still had to give an explanation and an excuse to the ministers and people of the Yueming Empire.
"Father..."
He opened his mouth to explain, but was blocked before the words came out.
"You bastard, do you know what you have done? You lost ten cities and hundreds of thousands of troops in a row, and then they were gone. Do you think my empire was brought by the strong wind?"
Emperor Yue Ming didn't know how heartbroken he was. In order to get his son Ming Fucheng back from Zhan Beiye's hands, he not only sacrificed ten cities, but also gave away a large amount of jewelry.
Not only did he lose his money and power, he also lost his own face.
But even so, when this scoundrel came in front of him, he didn't even realize that he had done anything wrong. How could he not be angry?
"Did you know that nine out of ten of the memorials on my desk are for impeachment against you? Do you want your prince to do it all?"
"I……"
Hearing this, Ming Fucheng felt a little scared.
He doesn't care about the minister's impeachment. The key is his father. If his father is also disappointed in him, then everything will be lost.
"Father, please listen to my explanation, my minister..."
"What else do you want to explain?"
Emperor Yueming didn't want to hear him speak at all, so he picked up a memorial and threw it on him.
"Look for yourself, how did your lieutenants impeach you? These ministers in Kyoto don't know the situation, so they can just impeach you. But the lieutenants around you are all impeaching you. How could you be so confused?"