"My dear minister, you are truly intelligent."
Luo Ling: "..."
Damn it, where did the male lead learn this habit of constantly mentioning family members?
This is clearly an ancient world.
Shouldn't everyone be reserved, conservative, and demure?
It was as if he had come to a fake ancient era.
So angry (｀?′)=3
He wiped the drool off his face, smeared it on him as usual, and said coolly, "Your Majesty, please kneel down and rest."
He grabbed a small blanket from the side, covered his head to block Murong Jiu's view, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.
I made a silent vow in my heart.
If he lets this guy get away with it again in the next few days, he'll... he'll change his surname to his own!
Murong Jiu touched his nose regretfully, as if he had really annoyed someone.
But you can't blame him for that.
It's all my fault, my dear minister. Who told him to be so delicious?
I wanted to eat more after I ate it.I get so craving it if I don't eat it.
Luo Miao listened to him muttering to himself and sneered, "Heh... Is it my fault?"
Murong Jiu froze instantly, shaking his head frantically: "No, no, no, it's all my fault. I have poor self-control. It's all my fault."
"My dear minister, you go to sleep, you go to sleep. Call me if you need anything, I won't disturb you."
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, peeked at the person on the small couch, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that they were asleep.
Thankfully, I didn't get even angrier.
Luo Ling slept very soundly.
He didn't even realize when he was carried back to the dragon bed.
Looking out at the bright sunshine.
It's another beautiful day.
...
"Your Majesty, the army has been assembled. Are you really preparing to lead the army in person?"
The general disagreed, saying that war was not child's play.
The Right Chancellor also spoke up: "Your Majesty, please think it over. Swords have no eyes on the battlefield. You were injured when you went to war against Luo last time. Perhaps you should not go this time."
"The Right Chancellor's words are reasonable, Your Majesty should think it over," the Left Chancellor added.
Sitting on the dragon throne, Chu Liuyun shook his head, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"This time I must personally lead the army. The morale of the soldiers has been greatly worn down, and they need me."
The three generals fell silent.
Indeed, they thought they were guaranteed to win, but they suffered such a huge setback.
If morale is not stabilized, chaos may ensue even before the war begins.
This is not a good sign.
"Your Majesty, we await your triumphant return."
After figuring it out, all the ministers in the hall knelt down and shouted loudly.
Chu Liuyun stood up and said in a loud voice, "Pass down the order: we will send out an army tomorrow and march straight towards Fengtian."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The war horn has finally been sounded.
Luo Miao and Murong Jiu stood side by side on the city wall, looking at Chu Liuyun riding on horseback outside the city wall, their expressions calm.
The day of revenge has come.
Father, I will certainly use Chu Liuyun's blood to commemorate the souls of those who died in my Luo Kingdom.
"My dear minister, do not be sad. I will always be with you and together we will overlook the scenery of this world."
Murong Jiu grasped his icy hand, his tone gentle yet warm, touching his very soul.
The anger that had risen in Luo Miao's heart subsided instantly.
He grasped the large hand in return, looked up at the man facing the sunlight, and smiled.
"Your Majesty, do you still remember what you promised me?"
Murong Jiu nodded without hesitation: "I remember, I will never forget for a moment."
"That's excellent."
The two stood facing each other, their eyes filled with affection, while Chu Liuyun below looked on with a sinister expression.
Although it's not entirely clear, their interactions and the feeling they give off all suggest that they have a very good relationship.
His previous plan failed?
What happened?