Looking at the person coming, Jin Jiande lowered his head and called "Dad" in a low voice.
Prince Qing looked at his son's pale and weak look, shook his head and sighed.
"It's time to eat, it's time to sleep, your health is important."
"The past is in the past, take care of the present first."
Hearing this, Jin Jiande's face became paler. He suddenly opened the quilt, looked at his broken leg and roared:
"How can I get by?!"
"My legs are broken! I'm a cripple!"
"What should I do in the future? I'm a cripple, I...cough cough cough."
Speaking of excitement, Jin Jiande coughed violently. Upon seeing this, King Qing walked to the bed, covered him with a quilt, and comforted:
"Recuperate first, and when the wound is healed, let Shenji Camp see if they can make a replacement..."
Before he finished speaking, Jin Jiande screamed like crazy: "That's not my leg after all!"
"I'm like this now, what should I do in the future! I..."
Looking at his son who was out of control, Prince Qing raised his eyebrows and shouted in a deep voice:
"It's just one leg, so what? I can't survive this?!"
"It's not your leg that was broken! You said it lightly!" Jin Jiande retorted without thinking.
These words made King Qing frown into a knot, and he immediately shouted angrily:
"Hmph! You and Jin Mang brought so many soldiers and horses to suppress Qin Ze, and the barbarian army all died inexplicably in Yanluo Mountain!"
"I haven't figured this out yet, and you're here crying and screaming to death. You're still my son!"
This angry shout made Jin Jiande even more furious. He pulled his neck and shouted:
"What's so inexplicable? Didn't I make it very clear after I came back? This traitor ambushed countless soldiers and horses in Yanluo Mountain!"
"There are people everywhere, all over the mountains and plains, and there are a bunch of fighting tools hidden in the mountains. How can we fight this? What can we use to fight with it!"
Prince Qing squinted his eyes and looked directly into his son's eyes without blinking. He said in a deep voice:
"You and the barbarians combined have so many troops. It would not be so easy for Qin Ze to keep you all in Yanluo Mountain."
"How many troops does he need to defeat you like this? Is it true that except for you and Xiao Yiming, not even half of them have left Yanluo Mountain?"
Jin Jiande looked at his father's scrutinizing eyes, and the anger in his chest instantly exploded.
"Dad! Don't you believe what I said?"
"What I said before is true! There are so many soldiers and horses in Yanluo Mountain, and there are ambushes everywhere, otherwise I would end up climbing a cliff and breaking my leg!"
Prince Qing frowned, stretched out his hand and put it on Jin Jiande's shoulder: "Son, tell me, could this battle at Yanluo Mountain be because of you..."
Before he finished speaking, Jin Jiande had already heard what his father meant.
He pushed Prince Qing's hand away, tears fell down, and his heart was full of grievances.
"What? Do you think I am telling lies, that we fell into Qin Ze's trick and were defeated?"
"I didn't tell any lies! Everything I told was the truth!"
"Qin Ze's group of soldiers and horses are simply inhuman. They, they are everywhere, chasing us all the way, and there is no way we can defeat them."
"Which of the people in my Thousand Machine Battalion is not a good fighter? The people who are chasing us are wearing cold clothes, holding scimitars, and their bows and arrows are almost perfect. They are all like monsters!"
"Tell me, how to fight! How to fight!"
"Dad, if you go to Yanluo Mountain, you will never doubt my words!"
King Qing touched his nose and asked unexpectedly: "Where did he get so many soldiers and horses, and how could he have such strong combat power?"
This sentence made Jin Jiande choked up. He coughed and gritted his teeth and said:
"How do I know? I'm not the roundworm in this traitor's belly!"
Upon hearing this, King Qing snorted coldly, then stood up, looked at him and said:
"Okay, Jiande, you should have a good rest."
"I have already reported back to Your Majesty what you said. Your Majesty, she..."
He paused and then said: "After I can get out of bed, I will go and see His Majesty."
Hearing the word "Your Majesty", Jin Jiande felt as if his strength was drained out in an instant, his anger was gone, leaving only shame and humiliation.
He held the door with his weak hands and choked:
"Dad, everything I said is true."
"I didn't deliberately make the rebels look powerful in order to escape responsibility for this defeat."
"This traitor has so many soldiers and horses that he can defeat him."
"You really can't blame me."
Prince Qing frowned and glanced sideways at him, then said calmly:
"Well, I don't blame you."
"Take good care of your injuries."
Without another word, he turned around and left with his hands behind his back.
After King Qing left, Jin Jiande could no longer control himself and lay on the quilt and sobbed.
This time's defeat, he knew in his heart, could be said to be a loss of face for the imperial court. The previous defeat of Anyang County could be said to be because the imperial court did not send reinforcements.
But this time, the soldiers and horses specially sent by the imperial court were added to the barbarian army, but they were still defeated miserably, and not a single person was even killed.
This is not even a matter of the court losing face, but the momentum of the traitor going south has become so fierce that the court cannot stop it.
Obviously, this is a very dangerous sign.
If this momentum continues, the world may really change hands.
Jin Jiande couldn't even imagine how angry His Majesty would be after hearing about Yanluoshan's defeat, even though he had promised her so confidently before.
But now, with this cold fact before her eyes, how should she explain it to her?
If the rebels really hit the capital, what will they do next? What will happen to Your Majesty?
"Your Majesty, I...I'm sorry for you..." Jin Jiande burst into tears in grief.
Amidst the tragic cries, a deep voice sounded at the door.
"Jiande, why are you crying?"
Jin Jianren walked in the door with his hands behind his back and an expressionless face.
"Get out, I don't want to talk!" Jin Jiande buried his head on the quilt and shouted without raising his head.
The next moment, a cold shout sounded:
"Crying? You deserve to cry too!"
This cold shout made Jin Jiande stunned, and then he raised his tear-covered face, his pale complexion gradually turned red, and his anger began to burn.
"What do you mean!" Jin Jiande wiped away his tears and shouted angrily.
Jin Jianren said with a cold face and narrowed his eyes:
"So many soldiers and horses died like this in Yanluo Mountain. If you were not ambushed because of your stupidity, I wouldn't believe it if you were beaten to death!"
"Your rhetoric is just to deceive yourself and His Majesty!"
These words made Jin Jiande furious, and he led his troops to the expedition. Now that his legs are broken, his eldest brother is still blaming him, as if he made a mistake that led to the defeat.
He immediately shouted angrily: "Fart!"
"Yanluo Mountain, whoever enters will die!"
"It doesn't hurt your back when you stand and talk! If you have the ability, go and have a fight with that traitor!!"
