"Father, the military situation is urgent, and the person chosen as Commander-in-Chief of the Third Army has yet to be determined. This is like forcing a duck onto a perch." Although Sima Pingyun dislikes war, he was born in Eastern City and does not want it to be destroyed by enemies.
Sima Hui knows this too, but he is helpless now and can only wait for news from the Imperial Palace.
"Family Head, The Emperor summons you to the palace." Before Sima Hui could reply, a guard came in to report.
Sima Pingyun could only leave again for the Imperial Palace, it seems they are going to discuss the person for Commander-in-Chief of the Third Army.
Ling Tianyu stood up, put down his teacup, walked out of the main hall, and looked toward the sky over Eastern City, where there were faint traces of dark clouds in the distance. Ling Tianyu knew those weren't clouds; that was the change in weather brought by a pressing army.
It seems quite a few enemies are coming.
