My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Wu Ling finished speaking and, without further ado, turned around and proceeded toward the Crown Prince East Palace.

At the moment, Wu Ling also knew that she herself was merely a person under the title of the Crown Prince.

Yet, Empress Wang had forcefully pushed her to the forefront.

Without any real power,

nor any significant strength,

whether Qiu Hao listened to her or not was ultimately beyond Wu Ling's control.

She had already said her piece.

Whether or not Qiu Hao heeded her words, or accepted her advice, no longer mattered to her.

Wu Ling didn't dwell on it and left at a leisurely pace.
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Before long,

Wu Ling's figure had disappeared from Qiu Hao's line of sight.

It wasn't until Wu Ling's form was no longer visible that Qiu Hao came back to his senses, staring in the direction where Wu Ling vanished, his eyes flashing with contemplation.

"We are all wagering, so what is there to fear?"

"If Great Yuan finds a weak spot this time, the consequences are unthinkable."

Contemplating to this point, Qiu Hao stepped forward and walked into the distance.

Qiu Hao was undecided about whether others would adopt Wu Ling's advice or not.

But Qiu Hao believed in it.

Matters involving sovereign diplomacy with surrounding dynasties were beyond Qiu Hao's reach.

But redeploying all border troops to the front lines was within his capabilities.

As for the military forces of the vassal states, to Qiu Hao, they were expendable.

In this moment, Qiu Hao

was also gambling,

betting that after he redeployed his troops, other dynasties would not dare invade Great Zhou's borders even if they sensed something unusual.

After leaving quickly, Qiu Hao returned to the Ministry of War Office.

Sitting at the desk inside the hall, he began writing line after line of text.

He then summoned a Deputy Minister of War and handed him the orders he had written.

"Dispatch these to all the armies immediately, without error."

The Deputy Minister of War, taking the orders in hand, glanced at them only briefly before his face changed subtly.

"Sir, are you calling for a full mobilization against Great Yuan?"

"With Duke of the State at hand,"

"is it worth such a great effort?"

Upon hearing the Deputy Minister of War's words, Qiu Hao first paused, then laughed.

"Look, we are all counting on the Duke of the State to bring the Northern Expedition Army to confront Great Yuan."

"But who among us can guarantee that the Duke of the State will definitely come?"

"Go and carry it out; it's better to be safe than sorry."

With that, Qiu Hao waved his hand dismissively.

Seeing Qiu Hao's manner, the Deputy Minister of War no longer dared to voice his anxious objections and left.

After the Deputy Minister of War departed, Qiu Hao stood by the window, gazing at the clouds on the distant horizon, his eyes occasionally flickering, as if deep in thought.

After pondering for a moment,

Qiu Hao sat back down at the desk and began to write more lines of text.

This time, the text Qiu Hao was writing was not a military redeployment order for the border but rather instructions for the front-line commanders.

In facing Great Yuan, one must not take them lightly.

If Great Yuan was invading Great Zhou, it was certainly not a thoughtless gesture nor something they would just abandon halfway.

This time, it seemed as if Great Yuan came with the intent to push Great Zhou to its last gasp.

If the front lines could hold out for a bit longer, then, when the forces from all sides gather, it would be much easier to contend.

...

As Qiu Hao began taking action,

Wu Ling had also returned to the Eastern Palace.

Having sat in the courtyard for a while, she found her heart unable to settle.

For some reason, she suddenly recalled what Cheng Guang had said to her before.

The Town-Nation Duke's Heir, Cheng Guang, despite knowing Great Zhou could be in chaos, still claimed he could lend a hand.

Does the Princely Heir have some sort of technique to repel Great Yuan?

This invasion of Great Zhou by Great Yuan might very well include a Sky-Man among their ranks.

With the Duke of the State unable to act,

how would Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, manage?

Unless Cheng Guang could defeat a Sky-Man.

But...

Is that likely?

A hint of bewilderment flickered in Wu Ling's bright eyes.

When she first met Cheng Guang, she thought he might be capable of cultivation.

But only after she had begun cultivating did she realize

Cheng Guang's demeanor at that time did not seem like that of someone who had practiced cultivation.

Even if Cheng Guang had started to cultivate afterward, he would have had much less time to do so than she had.

Wu Ling believed that she was talented and cultivated quickly.

It was probable that the cultivation level of Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, was not even as high as her own.

From where did he draw the confidence to make such a statement to her?

With a slight frown, Wu Ling found it somewhat incomprehensible.

After standing there in distress for a while, she suddenly stamped her foot.

"Enough thinking, I'll go find him!"

"He said he would fulfill one of my requests, so let's see how he intends to do that."

As she spoke, Wu Ling marched quickly in the direction of Duke Zhen's Mansion.

Leaving the Imperial Palace, it didn't take long for Wu Ling to arrive at the gate of Duke Zhen's Mansion.

She ignored the four guards stationed in front of Duke Zhen's Mansion, who were keeping watch, and strode straight in.

The four guards watching Wu Ling's figure, looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Why has His Highness come here?"

"Should we report this visit?"

"There's no need, she's already gone inside..."

"Right, if we report now, won't we just get scolded by Steward Wang?"

"Why didn't you stop her just now?"

"I didn't dare, His Highness the Crown Prince seemed somewhat fierce."

The four guards quietly discussed among themselves, hesitant, and peeped towards the interior of Duke Zhen's Mansion, seeking Wu Ling's figure.

But they saw nothing.

Unaware of the thoughts of the four guards behind her, Wu Ling didn't care. She was someone without much pretense to begin with.