Fan Yang's army rested for a while, then led one hundred thousand troops and headed straight for Luoyang.

The ruling and opposition parties were in panic for a while.

After finishing the morning court in fear and fear, the prince ran to the Manlu Hall and knelt down in tears: "... Luoyang is in danger, please ask the saint to give guidance to my ministers!"

Some ministers made many suggestions, but he did not dare to accept them easily for fear of making the wrong decision.

Even if he knew that Zhongshu, the Prime Minister of Ma, and his disciple, the Prime Minister of Wei, were both close friends of the saint, he should follow the opinions of these two people, which he had done in the past, but this matter was of great importance, and the courtiers were arguing over it.

Terrified and overwhelmed.

"Some ministers suggested that the 60,000 Xuance troops from the capital should go..." The prince said in a panic: "Prime Minister Wei has not expressed his position, and Prime Minister Ma is also undecided. I can only boldly come to ask the saint for instructions!"

Behind the curtain, the scent of burning incense pills lingered, and the emperor slowly closed his eyes.

After a moment, a majestic and steady voice came out: "Sixty thousand Xuance troops cannot leave the capital."

This is the capital's last barrier against enemies. We must not leave the capital easily, especially since all the Cui clan members in Qinghe have moved to Taiyuan...

The Cui family and Cui Jing seemed to have severed their relationship, but they were still so close at this juncture. How could she allow the remaining 60,000 Xuance troops in the capital to leave the capital at this juncture and head north?

Go face to face...

The decisive voice of the Holy Emperor resounded again, and each word fell clearly into the ears of the prince: "Order Zhengzhou, Xuzhou, Bianzhou and other places to rush to the rescue of Luoyang with all their strength, no matter the cost, no loss!"

The prince responded repeatedly and hurriedly took people to prepare the decree and deliver the order.

When leaving the Manna Hall, the prince's hands were shaking.

There are only more than ten days left for his wedding, but he often feels like he won't live until the wedding day.

On this day, the princess's wedding dress was sent to the Duke Zheng's mansion by the palace officials.

Wei Miaoqing was served by a group of palace officials and tried on a heavy dress. What awaited her was a complicated etiquette drill for the wedding process to ensure that she would make no mistakes on the wedding day.

But Wei Miaoqing was also at a loss - can she still succeed as a cheap princess? Can she bake the cakes she painted for her sisters?

Wei Miaoqing looked at the palace people surrounding him in confusion, feeling that everyone was just trying to do things, and their hearts were probably already filled with fear.

Wei Miaoqing, who had been busy all day, hurriedly looked for his brother after hearing that he had returned home.

Wei Shuyi patiently comforted his sister for a few words. After her sister left, he sat back in the chair and raised his hand to rub his brows tiredly.

Today he went to the Ganlu Hall to see the saint, and made a proposal to the saint - let Changjie envoy of Huainan Road lead troops to Luoyang to resist Fan Yang's rebels.

Wei Shuyi chose to advise the sage privately instead of guiding the prince to make this decision in the morning court, precisely because he knew that the sage might not agree with this matter. However, for the sake of the overall situation, he still chose to give it a try.

Sure enough, the saint refused.

But after refusing, the saint made a "compromise" decision.
Chapter completed!