Chapter 1117 - 1062. Imperial Court Meeting Pt. 4
If you want to read 20 Chapters ahead and more, be sure to check out my P-Tang12!!!
______________________________
(A/N: Don’t forget to give those power stones to Skyrim everyone!)
...
And Sima Yi, his dark eyes glittering with the ruthless, calculating joy of mapping a new conquest, bowed their heads so deeply they touched the black obsidian floor. "We hear and obey, Your Imperial Majesty!" the three titans roared in perfect unison. "The banners of Hengyuan shall cross the sea! The east shall fall!"
Lie Fan looked down from the elevated dais, the jade beads of his imperial crown clicking softly as he offered a slow, deeply satisfied nod. The sheer, terrifying enthusiasm radiating from the three greatest military minds of the continent was palpable. It was a potent reminder of why the Hengyuan Dynasty had swallowed the earth, its commanders were never satiated.
"Rise, my loyal commanders," Lie Fan instructed, his voice a low, resonant rumble that carried perfectly across the hushed expanse of the Grand Court Hall. "Your zeal honors the Dragon Throne. However, zeal without a meticulous blueprint is merely a swift path to the bottom of the ocean. I do not want a reckless armada thrown blindly against unknown shores. I want a comprehensive, foolproof plan of action. I want a detailed framework of the movements, the supply lines, and the initial coastal footholds you intend to establish for this eastern expansion."
Lie Fan leaned back against the golden dragons carved into his throne, resting his hands lightly upon his knees. His gaze shifted specifically to the Minister of War.
"To achieve this, Sima Yi, you must not work in the dark," Lie Fan suggested, his tone shifting from an imperial command to the strategic cadence of a battlefield commander. "You must coordinate directly with Li Wei."
At the mention of that name, a knowing, almost wolfish smile touched the corners of Sima Yi’s mouth.
The rest of the court remained largely silent, though a few of the highest ranking intelligence officials exchanged subtle glances. Li Wei was a fleshed figure within the imperial records, a phantom architect of Hengyuan’s geopolitical dominance.
He was a man whose name was rarely spoken in the illuminated halls of the capital, precisely because his work was conducted entirely in the deepest, bloodiest shadows of the eastern frontiers.