"Thinking positively, with Commander Zhao leading the army south, even at worst, we should be able to reclaim half of the Huai River, shouldn't we?"
The officials dressed in robes gathered in twos and threes, whispering among themselves, their hearts weighed down like heavy stones.
Afraid of receiving terrible news from outside the capital.
"Mr. Yuan? Do you know what has happened?" An observant person noticed Yuann Li approaching and quickly asked.
The Big Qingyi shook his head, also unaware.
Instead, the deputy of the Privy Council, who followed closely behind, seemed to know a bit, but remained silent.
"The Grandmaster is here too!"
After a while, from the direction of Xiuwen Pavilion, the elderly Grandmaster Dong Xuan was supported by Han Zhou out of the carriage and approached.
Prompting all officials to pay their respects.
