In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.
In the Qingcheng Prefecture of the Da Feng Dynasty.
At this time, three different troops were ceaselessly marching within this prefecture.
The troops belonging to the New Emperor, Feng Wumian.
Were swiftly taking down one stronghold after another.
It seemed they were trying to expand their victories and gains as much as possible.
Feng Wuhen, on the other hand, was advancing in a different direction.
If his elder brother had pried open the gates of Qingcheng Prefecture, then naturally he wanted to follow behind his Emperor brother and have a taste of the spoils.
Otherwise, wouldn't that be a waste of such a good opportunity?
As for his behavior.
The chain reactions it might cause, the extent of resentment it might evoke from his Emperor brother.
These were things Feng Wuhen naturally did not care about.
Besides the forces mobilized by the New Emperor, Feng Wumian, and Feng Wuhen.
The last one, occupying three prefectures,