"Everyone, let's discuss how to handle the situation in Ling Mountain Prefecture."
Chen Ping was not used to sitting on a high platform while a large group of civil and military officials stood below, so he would raise his voice when speaking.
So, whenever an important issue arose, he would gather a few advisors and Military Generals together, sitting around a newly crafted long wooden table.
He sat at the end of the long table, resting his hands on the table's surface, inhaling the refreshing scent of natural wood. His expression appeared calm, but in truth, his mind was far from peaceful.
Han Xiaoru had received news from the messenger at the front and hurriedly called Chen Ping back. Upon hearing the news, he was indeed taken aback.
"Wenyuan, Wuyan, Ling Mountain, the three prefectures have fallen..."
