Murong Jiu smiled mysteriously. Seeing that he was really going to sleep, he stopped bothering him and quietly reviewed the memorials.
The vast sleeping quarters were filled with bright yellow dragon beds.
One was peacefully asleep in the capital, while the other was diligently handling state affairs in the countryside.
They do not interfere with each other, yet they are exceptionally harmonious.
A faint scent of ambergris wafted in the air, silently adding a touch of warmth to their atmosphere.
When Steward Liu peeked in, this was the scene he saw.
I was utterly shocked.
Last night, at first, no one was there to serve them, but in the middle of the night, His Majesty suddenly ordered that hot water be prepared for a bath.
This morning I specifically instructed them to prepare easily digestible, light foods.
What does this illustrate?
Although I had suspected it beforehand, I was still amazed to see a king condescend to serve one person.
Manager Liu still felt somewhat dazed.
Murong Jiu put down his pen and looked towards the door.
Chief Steward Liu immediately snapped out of his daze, bowed to His Majesty, and softly called out, "Your Majesty."
Murong Jiu made a gesture, stood up quietly, and walked towards the door without making a sound.
When passing Steward Liu, he gestured to follow.
Once they reached the outer hall and made sure they wouldn't disturb the people sleeping inside, they spoke: "What is it?"
Suppressing his shock, Steward Liu quickly replied.
"Battle reports have come from the front lines: of the 600,000 troops sent by Chuliu Kingdom, 100,000 have been annihilated, 300,000 are trapped in the mountains, and another 200,000 have retreated to the rear of Nang City. The general asked, what should be the next step?"
Murong Jiu raised an eyebrow, a big laugh appearing on his face, but he didn't make a loud sound.
"Good, well done. Next step is to kill them all, don't let a single one escape."
"Yes, this servant will go and deliver the message immediately."
"etc."
Just as Steward Liu was about to leave, he was stopped by a clear, slightly hoarse voice.
Those who can speak freely here should not be suspected of anything else.
He immediately stopped, turned to Luo Ling, who was dressed in red and had a pale face, and bowed respectfully: "Young Master Luo."
"No need for such formalities, Steward Liu." Luo Ling nodded slightly and turned to the person who came over to help him as soon as he saw him.
"Your Majesty, it is not advisable to attack at this time. As the saying goes, a desperate army will surely win. They have been driven to the brink of defeat and will definitely fight back to the death."
"Especially now, with our homes invaded, our food seized, and our comrades killed, it is a time when emotions and impulses are exposed."
"It's not that we can't defeat them, it just won't be easy, and we might even lose a lot of soldiers."
Murong Jiu nodded, "What you say makes sense. So, in your opinion, what should we do?"
"Surround them without attacking, create chaos, and demoralize their troops."
Luo Miao gave her answer directly, a ruthless glint in his eyes.
Chu Liuyun, I will make you watch your empire crumble bit by bit.
Just like when I watched Luo Kingdom be gradually destroyed by you.
After a moment's thought, Murong Jiu picked up Luo Miao, spun himself around twice, and burst into joyful laughter.
"My dear minister, you are truly my darling, mua~"
His face was covered in saliva.
Luo Ling wiped it with disgust, then slapped him on the head without any politeness, angrily saying, "Stop it."
Honestly, he's not afraid of heights or gets dizzy, so he can be lifted up high anytime, right?
My body is still in terrible pain.
I really want to punch someone.
Steward Liu watched with trepidation, gaining a deeper understanding of Young Master Luo.
He could scold and even lay a hand on the emperor, yet the emperor still looked on with doting affection.
I can't think about it, I can't think about it.
Murong Jiu gently put Luo Ling down, took his hands in him, and spoke with a deep look in his eyes.