Under the continuous assault of the New Emperor Feng Wumian’s forces,
the gates of Qingcheng Prefecture, this single prefecture,
Countless elite soldiers clad in armor, wielding sharp weapons, and emanating waves of murderous aura
rapidly flooded into Qingcheng Prefecture.
The soldiers of Qingcheng Prefecture tried to resist, tried to defend,
but under the suppression of absolute power,
and with the loss of the defender’s advantage,
the soldiers within Qingcheng Prefecture could do nothing but continually fail and retreat deeper into the prefecture.
Upon learning that the gates of Qingcheng Prefecture had been forcibly opened by New Emperor Feng Wumian’s forces,
Feng Wuhen, who had amassed a large number of soldiers at the borders of Qingcheng Prefecture,
as well as the Luo Family, which controlled lands of three prefectures,
moved their well-prepared armies into Qingcheng Prefecture without delay.
Feng Wuhen’s side naturally aimed to occupy the territory within Qingcheng Prefecture in the shortest time possible,
intending to maximally expand their gains.
As for the Luo Family, which held three prefectures...
their situation seemed somewhat different.
"Delay the movements of Feng Wumian’s side as much as possible?"
"Why would Luo Ping make such a decision?"
On the borders of Qingcheng Prefecture,
at the very front of an army that seemed endless,
Luo Yong, dressed in a special Spiritual Armor
and with a mid-grade Yellow Grade Spirit Sword at his waist,
was at that moment leading an armored elite force of over five hundred thousand towards Qingcheng Prefecture,
all while slightly frowning.
In his eyes, there was a deep sense of incomprehension.
In his understanding, directly leading the army to take over the territory of Qingcheng Prefecture and expanding the Luo Family’s lands
wasn’t that appealing?
Why must they delay Feng Wumian’s side?
If so, wouldn’t this just give Feng Wuhen an advantage?
"What do you think is the purpose of doing this?"
After pondering for a long time,
Luo Ping turned his head and asked in a low voice to Tang Jian, who was by his side wearing a Taoist robe and holding a Goose-feather Fan,
appearing completely at ease.
Tang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and then replied softly, "The Family Head’s intention is probably to maintain a balance?"
Luo Ping’s brows furrowed even deeper: "Balance? What do you mean? Why must there be a balance? If we occupy a large area of Qingcheng Prefecture in the shortest time, wouldn’t that work?"
Tang Jian shook his White Feather Fan in hand.
After a few moments of silence, he spoke again in a low voice.
"Perhaps because a tripartite stand is the most stable form of balance?"
"Moreover, the competition within the Royal Feng Family is equally fierce."
"For that supreme position, the Feng Family could even do many insane things."
"So instead of increasing the size of our territory by a bit,
"it might be better to hinder Feng Wumian’s pace, allowing Feng Wuhen to occupy the vast majority of Qingcheng Prefecture’s land.
"At that time, it’s unpredictable how intense the competition between Feng Wumian and Feng Wuhen will become."
"Besides, if none of these speculations come true,
"the loss on our side is not significant."
"Once the area of the territory increases to a certain extent, more land brings only limited overall strength enhancement."
"The Family Head’s thoughts... must be roughly ..."
Tang Jian spoke softly,
continuously twirling his White Feather Fan in hand.
And Luo Yong, clad in Spiritual Armor and belted with a Spiritual Blade beside Tang Jian,
lowered his head slightly after hearing these words,
falling into a silence.
He seemed to be contemplating what Tang Jian had just said.
After pondering for a long time,
Luo Yong finally exhaled slowly.
Although delaying Feng Wumian’s advance and letting Feng Wuhen easily benefit was somewhat uncomfortable for him,
he also seemed to have to admit
that what Tang Jian had said made some sense.
it was his Family Head elder brother’s decision that truly made sense.
The competition within the royal house was never less intense than that of other family powers.
For that supreme position, many would do extremely crazy things.
When Feng Wuhen’s power was still weak, that was one thing,
but as Feng Wuhen’s strength gradually increased,
to the point where he could rival the new Emperor Feng Wumian,
would Feng Wuhen just give up so easily?
Give up the chance to ascend to the highest position?
The hidden old monsters behind the Royal Feng Family
could be ignored for the time being,
but just considering Feng Wumian and Feng Wuhen alone,
Luo Yong did not believe that the two, when their power was comparable,
would have such a courteous relationship.
As the gates of Qingcheng Prefecture swung wide open,
and as the armies of Feng Wumian, Feng Wuhen, and the Luo Family,
all three forces, entered the lands of Qingcheng Prefecture,
the rest of the powers within the Da Feng Dynasty began to stir.
Especially the Ke Family of Xunyang Prefecture, which recently gained substantial overall strength and controlled two prefectures.
Inside the room where the Head of the Ke Family of Xunyang Prefecture was,