Seeing the Emperor's fury, the ministers held their breaths, not daring to make the faintest sound for fear of they, themselves, becoming the chicken that would be killed. Jiang Changbai swept a cold glance over She Qiang, and asked, "You say troops shouldn't be mobilised—then, what of the common people at the border?" "An envoy could be—" She Qiang had only spoken a few words before she realised she'd misspoken and hurriedly stopped speaking, cold sweat rising along her spine. "Xie-daren was the Envoy!" Xu Shuqiao grasped onto the subject, not letting go, and when she raised her head to glare at She Qiang, her eyes were violently bloodshot. "Going upright and coming back laying down—She-daren, do you mean we should send another few living people to lose their lives for nothing?" She Qiang's face flushed red; in the past, she'd never gotten into an argument during court, needing only to stand behind Xie Qianbing. When Xie Qia...