Phoebit ordered the empire's army to fight.

The result can be imagined.

One side is prepared for a long time, while the other side is hasty to respond;

One side has a strong morale, while the other side has just been rejected by the gods.

The empire's army was almost defeated.

What's even more annoying is that when the people of the empire heard this news, they were not angry at the rebels at all.

They rarely remained silent, and even liked such situations.

After all, today's emperors are people who are scolded by gods.

At the beginning, Phoebitt was still angry and full of atmosphere. But now, he has begun to feel powerless and fearful.

His brothers' army was fighting here with great momentum. His army retreated step by step and was about to arrive at the imperial city.

By then, he will have no way out.

"Duke, the emperor has messengers."

Royd sat in the camp in military uniform.

He signaled his subordinates to bring the person up.

The messenger was a little weak in his legs facing the murderous soldier, and took out the letter in his hand tremblingly.

The above is Phoebit's handwritten letter. The letter explains the sincere feelings between the two brothers in a sincere way. He is very sad about Royd's actions. He also claims that as long as Royd is willing to turn back and correct his mistakes, he will definitely not blame him and be willing to govern the empire with him.

After reading it expressionlessly, Royd threw it to his confidant: "I, the emperor's brother, still act like an emperor."

After reading it at a glance, Louise Weiss was speechless: His Majesty the Emperor seemed to be a little confused? It was this time, but still couldn't recognize the situation?

Still not blame the past? Do you really think that the initiative is still in your hands?

Royd looked at the messenger coldly: "Go back and say to Emperor Phoebitt, Royd thanks for his 'good intentions', and we will see you all."

This is what Minghuang refused.

The messenger wiped the sweat from his forehead and went out.

The aura of this duke was so powerful that he looked at him coldly. He really thought that the other party would be able to make his head different from each other in the next moment.

Fortunately, I saved my life.

But the Duke's reply...

The messenger thought about his own temper and felt deeply that if he replied like this, he would probably have to explain his life that he had finally saved.

He thought for a moment, since his wife and children were in his hometown anyway, why not take this opportunity to get out and go home peacefully to avoid disaster?

Thinking of this, the horse whip in his hand unconsciously turned around, and the horse ran towards the opposite direction of the imperial capital.

In the palace, Phoebitt never waited for a reply.

He never thought it was his messenger who was afraid that he would run away from anger, and he thought that Royd did not accept his advice and killed the person!

"Damn it! I gave in without eating toast, but he was not satisfied!" Phoebit walked around the palace, feeling annoyed, and another set of newly replaced tea sets on the table was scrapped.

The maids looked at their noses and their hearts, and were silent, fearing that the Majesty would spread their anger to them if they were unhappy.
Chapter completed!