Lin Xingyi paused for a moment, rendered speechless by her words.
From another perspective, his actions were indeed somewhat excessive. But what choice did he have? His loyalty lay with the Emperor; as a subject, bestowed with the ruler's grace, shouldn't he shoulder the ruler's burdens?
Had she ever considered him, or spared a thought for this country?
If the Beiping Army continued to oppose the Imperial Court, they'd merely become the next King of Xining.
And the ones who would suffer would still be the commoners.
Lin Xingyi said flatly, "Fine, I won't force you. Take your time and think carefully about whether to go to war. If we truly must fight the Beiping Army, I, Lin Xingyi, will be the first to volunteer for the battlefield."
He swept out of the room, his sleeves flicking gracefully behind him. Madam Lin lay alone on the bed, her heart heavy with sorrow. Before long, she broke out into sobs.
"How did things escalate to this point?"
