He thought indeed correctly.
In the current political atmosphere of the Great Song, just a single opportunity is needed, and this group of people would act on their own!
...
Inside the Chuigong Hall, the lights were brightly lit.
The debate had been ongoing for a full two hours, yet showed no sign of ending.
Zhao Gou slumped on the dragon throne, his face full of struggle and exhaustion.
He heavily slapped a freshly delivered memorial onto the imperial desk, his voice terribly hoarse: "All beloved ministers, take a look!"
"This is what Yue Fei sent urgently from eight hundred miles away a few days ago!"
"He says… he says that this winter we can surely plow through their villages, completely pacifying the Northern Border!"
"Recalling him now, wouldn't it be self-destructive, wasting all previous efforts?!"
His tone carried a final glimmer of hope, hoping this victory report and promise from the front line could become a stabilizing force.
