"A marriage alliance? What's so good about it?"
A somewhat younger Cabinet Minister warned, "Lord Wang, this isn't your style. You need to think clearly. If we lose this war, it's a war of annihilation, not a game."
"That's right. If we lose, it could be the final straw that breaks Great Yan."
Wang He'fu said icily, "We'd rather die on our feet than lose on our knees."
Many of the ministers wore complex expressions and remained silent.
Easier said than done.
When that time comes, Great Yan will fall, suffering defeat after defeat, and hundreds of millions of citizens will be the ones to die.
The Holy Nether Army won't bother with concepts like mercy or justice. There will be rivers of blood.
"Lord Wang, you must consider the greater good," Yang Jingyu urged.
Wang He'fu cast a pleading gaze toward Chief Minister Yuan Xuangang, only to find that, as usual, the man remained silent.
Disappointment washed over Wang He'fu. He calmly closed his eyes.
