"If that Yan bastard wants to move south, let him try. Let's see if he can bite into the three major strongholds of my Great Qian."
Four hundred and fifty thousand reinforcements—though there might be a questionable 100,000 imperial guards and 100,000 local garrison soldiers among them—combined with Old Bastard Yang's forces in the three towns, would be sufficient for city defense rather than open warfare. Prince Fu felt that once he returned to his fiefdom, he could finally sleep soundly.
"It's not easy for the ministers," Man Le remarked, his tone tinged with emotion.
"Indeed," Prince Fu chuckled, then continued, "this realm has long been rotten to the core. To gather so many troops for a northern campaign in such a short time is already a feat. The subsequent transport of provisions will also be a tremendous headache for the ministers."
