In the huge black cauldron, the smoke of sandalwood rose in curls, but it could not suppress the turbulent quarrels in the Jinluan Hall.
"Seek peace! We must seek peace! The treasury is empty. If we continue to fight, I, Dayan, will be dragged down before the barbarians can break through!"
The old minister of the Ministry of Revenue burst into tears and knelt down on the ground.
"Fart! The blood of my Great Yan general has not been drained yet, and you are going to kneel down and beg for mercy? Your ancestors have been completely embarrassed by you!"
The Secretary of the Ministry of War must have his halberd straightened and his eyes wide with anger.
