The sky collapsed.
When the diplomats swept their sleeves and departed, the ministers of the dynasty wore ashen faces, not only because a war was about to break out, but also because all their painstaking plans during this period had turned into bubbles.
No matter how the outcome of this war might unfold, they would gain no benefit.
Even if this heir to the throne, who appeared out of nowhere, could actually win the war, they would face a complete reckoning—the initial negotiations between the two sides had already made this clear.
The meeting ended in discord, and the ministers still wanted to make a final effort. They privately sent someone to discuss with the diplomats but received only an impossible demand.
