Chu Jia's face suddenly condensed, and he looked at Feng Yao in astonishment.
He actually said it in such a childish way!!!
"Your Majesty!!! You must not do this!!!!" The officials were shouting, begging Feng Yao to take back the imperial edict.
"What's wrong?" He took his posture back again and leaned lazily on the throne.
He looked leisurely at the group of loyal ministers below who were concerned about the country and the people, "Do you really think that if the war breaks out, our Feng Kingdom will not be implicated?"
He is asking them to choose a camp...
The Minister of War stood up and begged on his knees, "Even if there is a war, we must not send troops rashly, let alone hand over military power to the expedition general in vain and let him make the decision——"
He glanced at Chu Jia, who was kneeling silently in the hall, and said passionately, "I'm afraid General Chu can't afford it!"
"Can't he afford it?" Feng Yao raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the ministers, "Then who do you think can afford it?"
When asked this question, no one dared to speak up.
It seems that Feng Yao is determined to do so.
The palace was filled with crows and birds, and the emperor on the dragon throne was admiring their various sad expressions with interest.
Finally, he cast his sharp eyes on Chu Jia, who was burying his head in silence.
In fact, Sikong Yun was not dead, he knew.
The Expeditionary General's Mansion held a happy event in a low-key manner, and he knew about it.
Feng Ruohen asked him and Sikong Ling to leave before leaving. Feng Yao knew all this.
Why don't you go?
Since they won't leave, he will give them a chance to serve the country.
"Expeditionary General, do you have anything to say?" the man asked with half interest.
After condensing for a while, Chu Jia replied, "Your Majesty, I—I am not up to the task."
"Not up to the task?"
Playing with these four words, Feng Yao narrowed his eyes and revealed a dangerous killing intent, "The late emperor appointed you as the expedition general. If you don't go into battle to kill the enemy, wouldn't you have failed the late emperor's trust?"
"I am incompetent, please take back the imperial edict." Chu Jia kowtowed to him and stopped raising his head.
"Chu Jia..." Feng Yao looked at him calmly, his voice cold, "Are you resisting the decree?"
With his head buried, the man from that side replied, "I believe that if you don't rush to send troops for a while, the countries that have been conquered by our ancestors cannot be treated like this. No matter which country we attack, I am afraid that I will not be able to bear the responsibility!"