Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 204: Chapter 56: The Xia Country Princess Enters the Capital, The Country’s Fortune Transforms_2

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“So we plan to go to the south, where we’ve heard of a good person called the Crown Prince of Yan Country. There, not only is there no war, but they also take in refugees, so we can at least get a meal.”

“This is bad…

The words of the elder caught Yu Qinghan’s full attention, and she murmured involuntarily.

At first, she thought the remnants of Yan Country were insignificant, but now they have revived and taken over the south.

She’s not sure if this so-called Crown Prince of Yan is genuine.

But it’s undeniable that he possesses the ability to win people’s hearts.

In just a few days, a large number of southern states and counties have joined Yan Country.

Now, Yan Country is reviving at a rapid pace, and it’s only a matter of tbefore they formally restore the nation.

With her brother’s death, the Imperial Court is undoubtedly in chaos. How could they resist the oncoming army of the Northern Wolf Empire?

If she doesn’t hurry to the capital city, Xia Country might be really gone.

Realizing this, Yu Qinghan knew she couldn’t stay here any longer.

She ordered a commander of the Changning Army:

“Send a squad of a hundred soldiers to escort them to the nearest city, and tell the local officials to Drovide sDorridce as militarv orders.”

“Yes!”

After giving the order, Yu Qinghan continued her journey.

She couldn’t give all her military rations to these refugees; she had more important matters to face.

At least she could do her best to help them.

Pei Xiangyun, on horseback, glanced at her sister, and worriedly said:

“The Crown Prince of Yan…”

“Forget about him. Now the safety of the capital is more important. For now, let him cause strouble in the south, as it seems to be stabilizing the situation there. At least, no one will starve to death.”

Yu Qinghan spoke indifferently.

“Understood.”

Capital City of the Xia.

After the New Emperor’s funeral, the young Lord ascended the throne.

On the first day of the court session, the ministers and the young Lord stared at each other, not knowing what to do.

Although they had a new Emperor, it was as if they were all leaderless.

A sniffling five- or six-year-old child sat on the Dragon Chair, cluelessly picking his nose, seemingly unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

He asked in a shrill, childish voice:

“My dear ministers, how should I do this Emperor thing?”

The Queen Dowager was listening to the politics behind the curtain.

But she was also a woman and couldn’t make decisions.

Yu Yunping had been a suspicious man and wouldn’t have chosen an ambitious and capable woman to be the Empress.

The Queen Dowager also had no better ideas and could only hope that the ministers would cup with something.

The young Lord was too young and his father, Yu Yunping, had been too busy to educate him. This led to the young Lord not understanding anything and being extremely afraid of his father.

The ministers exchanged glances, obviously embarrassed.

Many wanted to flee, and only a few remained to guard the capital city.

They wanted to suggest running away, but they dared not say it in front of so many people.

“Your Majesty, we should reinforce the city’s defenses and recruit the army from Guanzhong to resist the barbarians in the north.”

At this moment, a young official stepped forward and spoke slowly.

He had the appearance of a scholar, slightly handsome, serious, and upright, with a tall and straight figure.

Though he was a handsman, his official position was not high.

“All right, I agree.”

The young Lord, who knew nothing, agreed as soon as someone offered a suggestion.

He had just learned to say those words today.

His mother had said that if he agreed with something, he could just say “Okay”, and if he disagreed, he could say “Let’s discuss it further.”

“Although reinforcing the city defenses is necessary, the capital is defenseless for miles around. How can we resist the Northern Wolf’s hundred thousand wolf cavalry? In the entire capital region, the Alien tribes can move freely, which is too dangerous for Your Majesty.”

Finally, someone brought up the issue of whether to stay or leave.

“I suggest moving the capital to Jinling Mansion. With the defense of the pass and the protection of the Guanzhong Army, Your Majesty’s safety will be guaranteed.”

Many of the ministers were attracted to this suggestion, as it was certainly the safest approach.

“Ridiculous!”

As soon as the suggestion was put forward, it was dismissed by the young scholar.

“Abandoning this vast land, forsaking millions of people, and retreating to Jinling, what’s the difference between that and betraying the country for personal gain?

“Humph! Are you saying you want to see His Majesty trampled by Alien iron cavalry?”

An elderly minister looked at the young scholar disdainfully.

It was clear that the scholar had been promoted by Emperor Wenzong and cfrom humble families, steadfast in his insistence on defending the capital.

Seeing the two arguing, the young Lord was also in a difficult position and panicked:

“Ah, what should I do?”

The young scholar continued to admonish, “Now that the northern people are in turmoil and the overall situation is unstable, Your Majesty should summon the venerable old ministers to govern the capital city.”

An elderly minister interrupted, “Absolutely not. These venerable old ministers are old and weary. We cannot trouble them.”

These so-called old ministers were those who served under the First Emperor and included a large number of founding ministers.

But after Emperor Wenzong cto power, they were all dismissed and retired early.

One emperor, one set of ministers— such things were indeed common.

Of course, there was no need to mention their abilities.

But if they were to return to power, what would becof the current ministers?

“These venerable ministers have already retired. It was the Previous Emperor’s decree. How could they return to the Imperial Court?”

The young scholar refused to back down and argued, “Upon the Previous Emperor’s death, you fled the battlefield in fear, only concerned about your southern interests. What motivates you?”

“This…”

The young Lord watched the two argue, unsure of whom to listen to.

He could only turn his gaze to his mother in the back, pleading in tone:

“Mother, who should I listen to?”

A grand Xia Emperor, the ruler of a vast country, sitting on an extensive land, sighed and panicked helplessly in front of a full court of civil and martial ministers..