"It's New Year!"
In the Imperial Capital, Qin Wudao, dressed in a nine-dragon imperial robe, stood on the ninety-nine imperial steps, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed towards the mighty western frontier stretching for ten thousand li.
That year, not a single red silk banner adorned the city; the daily lists of soldiers killed on the front lines had cast a pall over the New Year's spirit.
"Your Majesty," Zhuge Liang said, walking behind Qin Wudao and saluting with clasped hands, "Yue Fei reports that he has led his army to attack Qionghua Sacred Land and Thousand Demon Saint's Court, in search of General Huo Qubing and the Great Desert Army!"
"I am aware!" Qin Wudao replied, his expression calm, showing little reaction. Generals in the field must have a degree of autonomy. He had complete trust in the generals on the front lines and naturally supported their decisions.
