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The Yan Army and the Allied Nobles gradually retreated, and the people of Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When Xia Jun arrived at the edge of the Zhao Yan Battlefield, Zhao Guo Lao Zu, Zhao Chang Kong, personally came out of the city to welcome him. After all, he was a Sovereign Power, and it was necessary to treat him with respect.
After some polite exchanges, they entered the Zhao National Camp together. Inside the camp, the lights were bright, and the atmosphere was harmonious. Zhao Chang Kong sat in the main seat, his gaze deep and contemplative, while the Ye Family Ancestors sat to the side.
"Thank you both for coming to our aid. This time you have saved our country from disaster, and I am truly grateful," he said sincerely.
Hearing this, Ye Gucheng smiled slightly and waved his hand, saying, "You are too kind, Zhao friend. We came to assist at the behest of my ancestor."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Chang Kong felt a chill in his heart. The Ye Family Ancestor, Ye Xingchen, was known for daring to slay a Holy Dynasty Envoy; even the Holy Dynasty had responded cautiously. He quickly asked with careful consideration, "May I ask what further instructions your Ancestor has?" His gaze remained fixed on Ye Gucheng, anxious not to miss any subtle hints.
Seeing Zhao Chang Kong's humble demeanor, Ye Gucheng did not keep him in suspense and slowly replied, "There is nothing much. It is merely that Zhao Yue'er and Ye Tian have a past connection; my Ancestor sent us here to repay that debt."
Zhao Chang Kong sighed with relief upon hearing this but felt a twinge of disappointment creeping into his heart. He pondered privately that if he could truly ally himself with the Xia Kingdom, it might not be a bad thing after all. Observing the Xia Kingdom's strength as it rose like the sun in its zenith, it was destined to ascend among the ranks of the Holy Dynasty.
With this thought in mind, he gently turned his head to look at Zhao Yue'er, a glimmer of depth flashing in his eyes. In that fleeting moment, a meticulous plan quietly took shape in his heart.
The two sides then began discussing the current battlefield situation; however, their so-called plans were not particularly complex. In the face of absolute power, all schemes and plots seemed pale and powerless. The three Emperors only needed to push forward to clear away all obstacles.
Meanwhile, within the Yan Army's camp, Yan Guo's Ancestor Ye sat at the back with a pale complexion. Even after taking precious elixirs, how could he easily recover from an Emperor's full-force strike? His eyes revealed an unmistakable fatigue and helplessness.
Yan Wang Shangguan Qing had also lost his usual vigor; he scanned the disheveled faces of his generals with a serious expression. Taking a deep breath, he spoke in a low voice: "In this battle, does anyone have anything else to say?"
The tent fell into silence; only occasional gasps broke through the oppressive quiet. After a long pause, a scruffy-looking man with triangular eyes slowly spoke up: "As it stands now, with Emperor support from Zhao, our army's situation is precarious."
"Continuing to fight would likely be meaningless," he said, "but there may still be a way."
Hearing this, Shangguan Qing's eyes sparkled with a glimmer of hope as he spoke in a low voice, "Go on."
The man swallowed hard and continued, "Not long ago, the Ye Family Ancestor killed the Holy Dynasty Envoy. Although the Holy Dynasty has yet to respond clearly to this matter, their authority cannot be undermined. They will surely seek retribution against the Ye Family Ancestor."
He paused for a moment before adding, "If we seek assistance from the Holy Dynasty and leverage their power, we might be able to turn the tide of battle."
As soon as these words were spoken, a murmur spread through the tent. Everyone understood the might of the Holy Dynasty; if they could truly gain their support, perhaps the Yan Kingdom still had a chance for survival.
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