When Yu Wenhao saw that all of them were silent and no one had any ideas, he held his breath in his chest, smashed the glass with one hand, and said angrily: "It's over!"
"Prince, please calm down, I will leave!" The group of people finally spoke.
Yu Wenhao stared at them filing out one by one with a livid face.
Tang Yang, Xu Yi and Yuan Qingling were both outside the door. After everyone left, Tang Yang and Xu Yi both looked at Yuan Qingling and asked her to go in first to put out the fire.
Yuan Qingling rarely saw Yu Wenhao get so angry. She felt distressed and helpless. She pushed the door open, poked her head in first, and smiled at him, "Master!"
Yu Wenhao raised his head and looked at her, the anger in his eyes had not faded, but the person who came was the one he wanted to see, and his face brightened slightly, "Come!"
Yuan Qingling walked over, walked around behind him, stretched out her hand to rub his brow, and said softly: "Don't be angry, it's not worth it to make yourself so angry."
"Are you treating me like the Supreme Emperor?" Yu Wenhao closed his eyes and felt her fingers pressing on his forehead between his eyebrows. He felt very comfortable. He was really angry and his head hurt.
"This matter cannot be rushed. After all, it is impossible to unanimously agree on such a big matter as mobilizing troops in just a few words." Yuan Qingling said softly.
Yu Wenhao said: "Opinions can never be unified. Even if the people of the Northern Desert are all under attack, there are still some weaklings who would rather kneel down and beg for mercy than fight hard."
"You can't say that. Maybe they think it's not that time yet."
Yu Wenhao grabbed her hand and turned her around, his eyes serious, "We have had friction with Bei Mo all year round. Bei Mo also regards us as their number one enemy. They are located in a bitter cold and have always wanted to expand their territory and invade Bei Tang.
In the great rivers and mountains of our country, have they shown little ambition in recent years? The Emperor of Chu in the Northern Desert is warlike, and so is the Qin family. They are always thinking about attacking us, but if we take any chances, we will be doomed.
Back then, Prince Anfeng was afraid of them, and he managed to maintain peace at the border for nearly twenty years. In the past ten years, they have been ready to move again, returning to their old ways. Almost all the tribes around the Northern Desert have been taken over by them. We are waiting.
If this goes on, they will only get stronger and stronger. Once they invade in a large scale first, we will lose the opportunity, be very passive, and will be in a situation of being beaten."
Yuan Qingling knew that he was worried, but she couldn't help him. She didn't understand the war at all, and she really wished someone could help him.
When she was thinking this, Yu Wenhao sighed, "It would be great if Jingyan was here. At least he could convince his father."
"Father doesn't agree either?" Yuan Qingling originally thought that father and son were of the same mind, but it was just the courtiers who objected.
"Today in the court, if my father revealed his indignation against Bei Mo, it would at least lead everyone to consider this aspect, but my father didn't. He probably thought that Bei Mo was still fighting little things like before."
Yu Wenhao said helplessly.
He pressed his temples with both hands and said softly: "My father's vision is not far-sighted. He only focuses on the things in front of him and does not see the threats. A great country that loves war will perish, but forgetting that war will lead to danger. Ever since I took action in the Northern Desert, I
I have been paying attention to the border and have been trying to persuade my father to station heavy troops first, but my father has not listened to a word."