Martial Cultivator

The Northern Frontier military report was sent back to the Divine Capital with the highest-level urgency. For some reason, this time they did not choose the Ministry of Works’ wooden bird transmission, but instead used the message-relay method from the early years of Great Liang.

The courier soldiers rode on horseback, passing through relay stations along the way, changing horses but not riders, rushing toward the Divine Capital station after station. This was not an efficient method to begin with, but fortunately, although the Ministry of Works had long since developed wooden bird transmission, the relay roads of the Great Liang Dynasty had not been abandoned. Instead, they had been preserved as a backup, which allowed this Northern Frontier report to be successfully delivered to the Divine Capital.

The courier delivered the message to the Ministry of War. After the Minister saw it, although he had already known its contents, he still hurried without pause to send it to the imperial city.

Half a day later, the entire Divine Capital, from streets to alleys, knew the news.

The Northern Frontier army won a great victory, crushing the demon race army of two hundred thousand and beheading the commanding general, Liu Xiang.

This great victory could be ranked among the top three in the more than two hundred years of the Great Liang Dynasty. What was interesting was that the commanding general of this victory was precisely that academy woman, Xie Nandu, and the last victory that could also be ranked among the top three had likewise been commanded by Xie Nandu.

In other words, in over two hundred years of Great Liang, famous generals had emerged in great numbers, but most, when facing the demon race, could only barely maintain a defensive stance. Someone like that woman, who in just a few years had already won two battles significant enough to establish her position in the military, had never appeared before.

In the Imperial Study, the Crown Prince looked at the battle report in his hand, his face full of joy. The one attending at his side was not the young eunuch Li Shou, whose status had also been rising, but the current mistress of the inner palace, the Crown Princess Consort of the Eastern Palace, Wu Xinyue.

Wu Xinyue ground ink and looked at the young man before her, who had grown a bit taller again, and said softly, “Your Highness, there are no outsiders here. If you want to laugh, you can.”