Chapter 304: 304 can’t go into battle on an empty stomach Chapter 304: 304 can’t go into battle on an empty stomach When the two nations went to war, the Prince had to enter the battlefield to protect the country and kill enemies, but once the war subsided, the military power in the hands of the Prince again became an object of jealousy.

Although the old Emperor never personally ordered an attack on the Prince, it was only because the old Princess Consort acted so uninhibitedly by relying on the power and indulgence of those above her.

Si Rong thought about it, and indeed it was so.

With the existence of Nanchang, at least the Emperor had to rely on the Prince to fight the enemies and had to be fearful of him, but once Nanchang fell, the Prince would have no further value to Dongyue, and at that time, he would likely end up just like a hunted hare at the mercy of the hounds.

“If we keep going like this, we might as well just rebel,” Si Bei said indignantly. “Everywhere we deliver considerations for Dongyue, yet it’s our own people who drag us down. Even going into battle, we have to act with restraint. If it goes on like this, what’s the point?”

As soon as Si Bei uttered these words, a Copper Coin flew out of Sikong Mo’s hand toward the outside of the tent, followed by a scream. Si Rong hurriedly ran out and dragged someone inside.

“Lock him up in the dungeon,” Sikong Mo ordered.

“Yes,” Si Rong responded.

After Si Rong left, Sikong Mo looked at Si Bei, “Go take a hundred lashes yourself. If you speak without restraint again, you can go back to the Royal Residence.”

“The Prince is merciful, I acknowledge my mistake,” Si Bei admitted, knowing he had been too quick with his tongue. If it weren’t for the Prince noticing someone eavesdropping outside, the consequences would have left him with an inescapable guilt.

After Si Bei went to receive his punishment, Sikong Mo continued to give orders, “Get ready. After the internal strife in Nanchang, I will personally set out for the capital to ask for provisions.”

“Yes,” Si Nan took the command.

Looking into the distance, Sikong Mo sneered.

The old Emperor indeed had a good tactic–wanting the horse to run, but not willing to feed it.

The eldest Prince of Nanchang had endured for many years, with his maternal family even holding military power, but alas, the fourth Prince, who seemed impulsive on the surface, was definitely not a simple man on the inside.

The internal strife in Nanchang wouldn’t last too long.

And, once the internal strife in Nanchang was settled, it would probably be the time for Nanchang to send troops against Dongyue.

He had to personally go to the capital to ask for provisions; after all, the several hundred thousand soldiers at the border couldn’t go into battle on an empty stomach.

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Ye Jiu returned home to find his family enjoying the cool shade under the large tree in the courtyard. The busy farming season was over, so they could finally enjoy some leisure time.

While passing by, Ye Jiu heard Ye Lao Han talk about his fourth brother, his tone full of concern. Although Mrs. He did not speak, the heaviness in her eyes was evident.

Ye Jiu returned to his room without a word, and then his consciousness immersed in the space, pulling out two boxes of gold and silver jewels obtained from Suishang. He selected a few pieces and took them out.

Ye Jiu chose gold and silver pieces of substantial weight, then placed them in the Money Box on Mrs. He’s kang bed.

Heading to the capital, the future was unknown. The only person he couldn’t stop worrying about was Mrs. He, and the best he could do was to leave her with more Silver Coin by her side.

When Mrs. He came back, Ye Jiu told her about his intention, “Mother, I’m thinking of going to the city to look for my fourth brother.”

Mrs. He was taken aback, not expecting Ye Jiu to have such an idea, and hurriedly tried to dissuade him, “Dear treasure, your fourth brother is a grown man, he’s surely fine. And you with such a young child, how can you go to the capital city so far away? Listen to your mother, quickly dismiss this thought. We just need to wait at home for your fourth brother to come back.”

Ye Gaosheng was Mrs. He’s biological son, the only one she had raised by hand.

Although she was usually strict, prone to starting a quarrel at any moment, and appeared indifferent, he was still her own son. How could she genuinely not care at all?