The old palaces in the capital have a history of hundreds of years. Although they have been renovated several times, they have not changed much. The old houses are naturally quiet. Even in the hottest summer outside, the palaces are very quiet and cool.
However, at this moment, this desolation seemed to seep into the cracks in his bones, and coupled with the impending storm on Emperor Changzhi's face, Adrian Fu's old cold legs began to ache slightly.
"Your Majesty, the north has just been pacified, and the people are in urgent need of recuperation. The new policies of the imperial court have just begun to be implemented. Forgive me for speaking frankly, but now is not a good time to mobilize troops. The issue of the southwest can be put aside for a while, and it will not be too late to discuss it again after the imperial court has recovered its vitality."
Emperor Changzhi snorted coldly, his face gloomy, obviously not hearing anything.
Adrian Fu was totally unprepared for this scene. He knew that Emperor Changzhi had sent envoys to the southwest, but he didn't know that Duan Guihong had already pissed off the emperor like this. He walked in under the scorching sun, and Emperor Changzhi greeted him with a sentence, "The Prince of Xiping will rebel soon. Mr. Fu, I'll give you the banner to raise an army and fight the rebellion."
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