Who put the yellow robe on me?

Chapter 178 Envoy from the Western Regions

"Sixteenth brother," the Thirteenth Princess sat across from him, her tone gentle yet tinged with seriousness. "You are His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan, and the fate of the entire Daliang rests on your shoulders. The war with the Western Regions has entered a critical juncture, and both sides are fighting tooth and nail. Now is absolutely not the time for you to indulge in sentimental affairs."

Jiang Chen raised his head, his eyes still a little confused.

The entanglement and pain in his heart could not be hidden, and his eyes still showed nostalgia and disappointment for Yelu Mengmeng.

However, every word the Thirteenth Princess said was like a sharp sword, accurately piercing his soft spot and forcing him to face reality.

"I know," Jiang Chen said in a low voice, as if he was using all his strength to say this. "I know now is not the time to discuss this. I also know that the battle has reached a critical point, but..."

Jiang Sirou looked at her brother and felt a deep pity in her heart. Although he was invincible on the battlefield, in the world of emotions, he was ultimately an ordinary person with flesh and blood.

She sighed softly and said softly, "Sixteenth brother, you can't force feelings. You need to cheer up now. You are the sixteenth prince of Daliang, and His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan, who is feared by the Western Regions."

Jiang Chen listened silently, the suppressed emotions in his heart gradually subsiding. His hands slowly loosened, and the fingertips that had turned white from excessive force began to return to color.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and recalled everything he had experienced over the past years.

He thought about the purpose of this trip to the Western Regions. It was not for the Third Princess of Beiqiang. Now the situation in the court was so unstable that he had to obtain the support of the military.

But Jiang Sirou's words were like a wake-up call, making him realize that he should not indulge in this pain.

"You're right, Thirteenth Sister." Jiang Chen whispered, his tone gradually returning to calm, "Now the Western Region has been cleansed, waiting for us to slaughter it."

He opened his eyes and his gaze became firm again.

The battle situation in the Western Regions began to emerge in his mind. Xianyu Linyuan's remnants, the remaining forces of the Northern Qiang, and Lord Ji's seemingly impeccable plan... All of this was waiting for his plan...

"The Western Regions are now crumbling. If we can take advantage of the situation and capture it in one go, then my influence in the military will no longer be just that of His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan, but the God of War! Hahaha, that's right, the God of War!" Jiang Chen's tone gradually became firm, and a new strength surged in his chest, a long-lost sense of determination and purpose.

Military god?

How dare this kid call himself that?

Hehehe...

Princess Thirteen smiled awkwardly, but she knew that this was exactly the result she wanted to see.

"You are the sixteenth prince of Daliang. You are destined not to live just for a woman." Jiang Sirou said softly, with a hint of encouragement in her tone, "The victory or defeat in the Western Region is not only related to the future of Daliang, but also to your position in this power struggle."

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, and the fatigue on his face gradually dissipated, replaced by the familiar calmness and decisiveness. He stood up and straightened his back, as if the fragility and weakness just now had never existed.

He looked down at the Thirteenth Princess with a hint of gratitude in his eyes: "Thank you, Thirteenth Sister, I'm back!"

"Remember, sixteenth brother, your destiny is in your own hands." Jiang Sirou said with a smile, watching Jiang Chen go to the central army camp.

Jiang Chen returned to the central military camp. As soon as he entered the tent, he felt a strong atmosphere of the battlefield.

The generals were still discussing fiercely how to deal with the remaining troops in the Western Regions. Zhong Wenbin, Zhong Xiaodan, Mi Chunhong and others gathered in front of the map, their expressions focused and their words sharp.

"Your Highness!" Zhong Xiaodan was the first to see Jiang Chen come in and immediately stepped forward, his tone carrying a hint of urgency. "Just now we were discussing how to deal with Xianyu Linyuan's remaining troops. What do you think..."

Jiang Chen waved his hand, his eyes sweeping across the crowd, his eyes filled with determination and calmness: "No need, I already have a plan."

Zhong Wenbin frowned slightly, obviously surprised by Jiang Chen's sudden interruption.

However, according to Zhong Wenbin's observation, Jiang Chen's condition was obviously very different from before.

Jiang Chen walked over to the map and gently tapped his finger on the border of the Western Regions. His gaze was sharp. "The remaining troops in the Western Regions are no longer a threat, but we cannot let our guard down. The Western Regions' royal family will probably continue to send reinforcements. We must completely dismantle their defenses in the shortest possible time."

Mi Chunhong looked puzzled: "Your Highness, since the Western Region is already on the verge of collapse, why not just annihilate the remaining troops in one fell swoop?"

Jiang Chen's lips curled up into a cold smile: "Because if we attack with all our strength now, it will only give the Western Region reinforcements a chance to catch their breath. Instead, we should proceed steadily, bide our time, and lure the Western Region reinforcements into our trap."

A hint of approval flashed in Zhong Wenbin's eyes, and he nodded: "Your Highness means... to wait for the enemy to tire themselves out?"

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, his eyes firm. "That's right. We can't rush things. The morale of the Western Region's army has been shaken. Just one push and they'll completely collapse. What we have to do is wait patiently until they walk into our trap."

After hearing this, everyone nodded and admired Jiang Chen's strategy even more.

Jiang Chen turned his gaze to Zhong Xiaodan, his tone carrying a hint of commanding decisiveness: "Second Young Master, continue to lead the cavalry to monitor the enemy's movements and don't give them any chance to escape."

"Yes, Your Highness!" Zhong Xiaodan accepted the order, his eyes full of determination.

Jiang Chen turned to look at Mi Chunhong: "You are responsible for guarding the northern border to prevent reinforcements from the Western Regions from attacking from there."

"Yes, sir!" Mi Chunhong clasped his fists and accepted the order with a solemn expression.

After everything was arranged, Jiang Chen returned to his seat, his eyes flashing with calmness and coldness.

He knew that the battle had reached the final critical moment. As long as he persisted, victory would eventually belong to Daliang, and he, Jiang Chen, would also gain unprecedented power in this battle.

As all the soldiers left and were busy preparing for war, Jiang Chen's eyes fell on the map again, thinking about every next step in his mind.

"Western Region..." He murmured softly, a cold flash in his eyes, "Soon, your fate will be in my hands."

The next day, the morning mist covered the entire camp like a veil, and the soldiers had already started to get busy, preparing for the day's battle.

Suddenly, a sentry hurriedly ran up to him, knelt on one knee, and said with his hands clasped in front of him, "Your Highness, there's news from the front!"

Jiang Chen turned around, a hint of alertness flashing in his eyes: "What news?"

The sentry was breathing heavily, looking a little nervous: "The Western Regions have sent people here."

"Oh?" Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, "How many people are there?"

"Your Highness, there is only one messenger."

Upon hearing this, General Zhong Wenbin, who was standing by, also walked forward, with a look of confusion in his eyes.

The left and right deputy generals, including Zuo Yongyu, also gathered around, their expressions filled with confusion and alertness.

"Just one envoy?" Zhong Wenbin and Jiang Chen exchanged glances, their brows furrowed. "What is the Western Region planning to do?"

Zuo Yongyu couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, given the current situation in the Western Regions...why did they only send one person? Are they trying to test our attitude?"

Jiang Chen smiled coldly, his eyes as cold as ice: "It seems that the Western Region has completely given up on reinforcements and is preparing to send people to sue for peace."