But little did they think, this teenager not only didn't die on the battlefield but instead returned victorious.

  Everyone sighed in admiration, "Ling Wang is a young talent, if it weren't for the favor of Long Yang, he wouldn't have had an heir, and the throne would likely be his."

  At this thought, Xuyang's lips curled up in a cold smile. "Victory is won" - four simple words, but only he himself knew how difficult it was for him to suppress the heroes and establish military morale when he was young. Only he knew how to deal with those barbarians to win the final victory.

  Just by lowering his head to look at the ground, Xu Yang could feel the pressure coming from above, and a flash of light passed through his narrow eyes. The emperor of the current dynasty was probably thinking of letting himself go to war again. But now, did he dare to hand over the great army to him?

  At that time, there were already officials who came forward to plead: "Your Majesty, five years ago, when the Feathered King went on a punitive expedition, he exchanged several years of peace for our northern border. The Feathered King's military prowess is unmatched; why not send him again? It is likely that he can protect our northern border completely."

  Everyone in the court looked at each other, and those with insight naturally knew the pros and cons. If Fei Wang really went to war, he would surely be able to protect the northern border, but now Fei Wang was probably not as easy to deal with as when he was young. If military power fell into his hands, it might not be so easy to take back. But if Fei Wang didn't go to war, I'm afraid no one could handle those barbarians in the north.

  The courtier thought for a moment, and then another person came out to report: "Your Majesty, the Feather King has been a king in the court for many years and has not experienced war for a long time. If we let the Feather King go, I'm afraid it's not suitable. Moreover, if we can only send one Feather King to fight, I'm afraid those barbarians will think that our great dynasty has no one at home."

  As soon as the minister presented his memorial, all the civil and military officials of the court began to discuss it.

  The tall and majestic Xiurong remained expressionless, without saying a word.

  After a long time, Xi Rong's gaze fell on Xi Yang again, his voice cold and calm: "I don't know what the King of Feathers intends to do."

  At the moment he raised his head, the mockery in Xuyang's eyes dissipated, replaced by his usual carefree expression. He hooked his lips and smiled with a hint of arrogance: "I beg to report to Your Majesty, as Lord Zhang has said, I have been in court for many days and really can't adapt to life on the battlefield. Why not let General Song go instead? General Song was originally the deputy general of the Qin general, later he rebelled against the Qin general, truly loyal and dedicated, he will surely share Your Majesty's worries."

  The people in the court heard the words and were all silent, they all understood that Song Songbai was originally General Qin's deputy general, but he was greedy for life and afraid of death. It was because he reported General Qin that he got the job of general. If he goes to the battlefield, he will definitely lose.

  As expected, as soon as the Emperor's words fell, General Song trembled and stood up, saying: "Your Majesty, I have fought against that barbarian before. Not only is he ferocious, but he is also skilled in cavalry battles, making him truly difficult to deal with."

  Upon hearing this, Xiurong's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a look of disgust appeared in his eyes. After a brief pause, he refocused his gaze on Xiyang, his eyes deep and immeasurable.

  After a long time, Xi Rong opened his mouth again and said: "Let me think about it for a while, and then make a decision."

  As soon as the words fell, a sharp voice rose from beside him: "Withdraw from court."

  He got up and went to the imperial study, his face pale all the way. Although countless scouts reported that the Crown Prince had a fondness for men, which meant he would not have an heir and could not inherit the throne, he was still uneasy. Moreover, he always felt that although that person's behavior was dissolute, he couldn't see through his eyes. This kind of person, intuition told him, hid danger.