"Father, what Erchen said is true. Erchen originally wanted to capture those two people, but unfortunately those two people's cultivation level was even higher than Zhan Beiye's. All the secret guards under Erchen's command,
Neither of them is a match for those two people.
As a result, nothing was gained. Instead, the ten cities were lost from the hands of the ministers.
This matter is my fault, and I am willing to take full responsibility. No matter how my father wants to punish me, I will not have any complaints, as long as my father can relieve his anger."
Emperor Yueming took a deep breath.
Relieve his qi, how could he relieve his qi? The lost city was just there, and it was impossible to get it back now.
Even if he killed Ming Fucheng's son directly, it still wouldn't relieve his anger.
"Father, you can punish your sons and ministers however you want, but you must get the magic weapons from those two people. In this way, if my father wants to go to other planes in the future, it will only be a matter of using the magic weapons.
."
Ming Fucheng looked at Emperor Yue Ming nervously and said.
Being able to go to other planes is more useful than any excuse. Emperor Yueming only came down from the peak of Hua Yan before sitting on the throne of this emperor. He knows the benefits of going to a higher plane.
And this benefit is something that no one can refuse.
"At this moment, they must be with Zhan Beiye. My father and son think that they will never be able to spare Zhan Beiye so easily and must take back the ten cities."
"enough!"
Emperor Yueming was originally just thinking about the magic weapon, and the corners of his mouth were already turned up.
But Ming Fucheng didn't know how to pick up which pot he didn't open, but he chose to mention those ten cities. This was like pouring a bucket of cold water on Emperor Yue Ming when his blood was boiling, and giving him a drink directly.
It's so chilling.
"At this stage, you still want to deal with Zhan Beiye. Can you stand up to it? Do you think I still have hundreds of thousands of troops, and I will let you toss them around, and then you will lose them to me?"
"Father, this is an opportunity. As long as we catch those two people..."
Ming Fucheng also wanted to persuade him that he was not very interested in fighting Beiye now, but Qian Jiyun and An Jiuyue must be caught.
Only by catching them could he obtain the magic weapon and leave this plane. He was tired of staying in this plane with nothing and didn't want to stay anymore.
"Shut up!"
Emperor Yueming didn't give him a chance to finish.
"After this big defeat, do you think you still have a chance?"
The morale of the army, ministers, and even the people are unstable. If he sends troops to attack the Zhan Ling Empire now, he would be really stupid.
"Come here, take him down and draw the portraits of the two people he talks about."
He called the people outside and gave direct orders.
As for Ming Fucheng, after drawing the portraits of those two people, they no longer need to appear in front of his eyes. The prince can just shut up and reflect on his past.
"Father, father..."
There were still thousands of words to say in Mingfucheng, but it was already too late. He was directly dragged away by two guards, one on the left and one on the right.
"Why did I just listen to this bastard?"
Emperor Yueming still regrets it now. If he had not doted on his son at that time, thinking that he would be able to win the war, such a thing would not have happened.