The Northern soldiers are filled with resentment toward the court; they may not be willing to march south to confront the cultivator army of Ghost Ridge Palace unless heavy profits are promised, which might be the only way to mobilize the Northern troops.
Yet, the Da Li national treasury is empty now, and the only ones who can provide such funds are the affluent nobles and dignitaries of the court.
"Yes, yes, esteemed officials, in the face of national crisis, it is time for you to show your loyalty to the country. You must contribute a portion of your wealth to weather this storm together."
Wei Cheng, as if clutching at straws, having lost his composure, could only choose to follow Zuo Min's plan. It's certainly better than doing nothing and waiting for the enemy to reach the city gates.
However, these words triggered a clamor among the officials present, who exchanged glances, the hall erupting in a chorus of chatter.
