Inside the imperial study, Ye Zijue stood to one side, rapidly reading the urgent letter from the frontier. The man who was clad in a yellow gown sat to one side, calmly waiting for her. The room was filled with a quiet atmosphere, with both the doors and windows sealed shut, so that not even a sliver of wind can enter. 

After a moment, Ye Zijue closed the report, and lifted her head: "This the military intelligence from how many days ago?" 

"Three days ago." The yellow robed man kneaded his forehead in a somewhat exhausted manner: "The Liao Army joined forces with the rebels, and commenced an attack converging from two sides. Tang San is now awaiting our response." 

"Repelling the Liao people for the country, or perhaps..." His eyes carried a tired smile: "To defeat the rebels for zhen." 

"Our military strength is not enough to simultaneously confront the enemies?" Ye Zijue tightly wrinkled her brows. The man slightly smiled: "Zijue, in fact, we still have a glimmer of a chance."