"That's it? Nothing else?" The Emperor put down the piece of paper in his hands on the table and asked the young eunuch who was kneeling in front of him.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I came as soon as I got the message from the front line." The eunuch said, and drops of sweat dripped onto the ground from his forehead.
Taking a deep breath, he tried his best to control his body from shaking.
Upon hearing this, the Emperor slammed his palm onto the table.
Teacups nearly fell onto the ground, the chief eunuch who was standing beside the Emperor quickly grabbed hold of them before they could fall and break into pieces.
Which would be considered a bad omen.
After placing the teacups back onto the table, he waved the young eunuch away.
"What's this supposed to mean? Did your men fail? Why didn't Lu Ding mention any of it in his message?"
