C829 Once the East Wind Arrives the Net will be Retracted!

He didn't want his son to be left alone with Nangong Feng!

However, Nangong Ming didn't expect this. After he received the news, his face turned ashen, and the fury in his heart surged.

Bai Ju looked at his face, pursed his lips and asked, "What do you plan to do now, Your Highness?"

Nangong Ming's voice was as hard as steel, "The winner takes all. It would be better to be broken into pieces than to have all the tiles!"

Bai Ju immediately understood what ___ meant.

His eyes were deep and dark. Finally, it turned into determination. "Since Your Highness has such a great wish, I will accompany you to block this!"

Nangong Ming heard him and turned his head to look at him. His eyes were bright and his voice was hoarse.

"Sir!"

He then turned his head and looked elsewhere. His voice tried to calm down.

"Sir, you don't have to do this! You are one of Lan Yuhua's people. Now, I only know that you have lost the qualification to work with him. Sir, you can leave immediately. You don't have to risk your life to fight the last round with me! "

Bai Ju shook his head, and his expression suddenly became calm.

"A man dies for the one who knows himself! I am just a drop in the ocean in front of Third Master, and you have earned enough respect over the years. You have used everything you have learned. This is enough!"

Nangong Ming turned around with a solemn expression. He bowed and said, "Regardless of whether I succeed or fail this time, I have a confidant in my heart, and that is enough!"

Although Nangong Ming's crimes were exposed, the power he held in his hands did not decrease.

The western city army had always been his most solid support, and Nangong Ming, who had taken over the power from Nangong Feng, had not moved.

Because these forces belonged to Nangong Feng. If he switched sides at the last moment, the loss would be even greater.

The war had begun just like that!

Even if Nangong Ming didn't use Nangong Feng's forces, Emperor Xiyue still didn't have anyone to use on the surface.

All the soldiers he could dispatch were still in Jiang City, and the rest were far away to quench their thirst.

At this moment, the war had begun. Prince Chen and Nangong Feng were seriously ill and could not lead the troops. This heavy burden fell on Feng Ziran.

Under someone's control, Nangong Ming went straight ahead.

Soon, they arrived at the foot of Mulberry City.

After the previous incident, Emperor Xiyue had taken care of all the people who had forced Old Chen to abdicate.

Hence, the current Imperial Court was somewhat desolate.

The sparse ministers looked extremely worried, and when they looked at Emperor Xiyue, they were even more hesitant.

The ministers were now divided into two factions. One faction advocated not to surrender in battle, while the other hoped that the father and son could reconcile and let Nangong Ming continue to be his Crown Prince.

There were many people who had such thoughts, but none of them dared to say it out loud.

After all, they all knew that Emperor Xiyue favored Prince Chen. Now that they said it, wouldn't it be a direct challenge to the dignity of the Emperor?

Emperor Xiyue coldly swept his eyes across the people below and asked in a calm voice, "Do you all have any plans to retreat?"

These ministers tottered as they wiped the sweat off their foreheads. All of them shut their mouths without saying a word, looking like they were completely mute.

When Emperor Xiyue saw this, he did not make things difficult for them.

He waved his hand and announced his decision.

"As the Son of Heaven, I will never open the city and surrender! If you don't say anything, then you can leave."

These old officials immediately retreated.

After returning to the Imperial Reading Room, Emperor Xiyue saw a certain someone leisurely enjoying tea and painting. He had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"You brat, I was badly battered in front of me, but you are leisurely and leisurely here! How is it? Are you ready?"

Dongfang Jin elegantly put down the teacup in his hand. "I'm ready. Once the east wind arrives, I'll be able to retract the net!"