The chief lowered his head and dared not look at him. He listened respectfully to the conversation between Jia Lai Ying Huo and the Prince. This man was too terrifying, every hair on his body gave off the scent of blood.

Suddenly, Jia Lai threw the medicine bowl in his hand onto the Prince: "Useless!"

The chief shivered.

The prince said carefully: "Father, there is not enough supplies. This year, half of the old people and children in all tribes starved to death. There are bodies everywhere that can't be cleaned up in time..."

Jia Lai roared: "Useless! If there's not enough Ziliujin, then go dig for more! If there are not enough materials, then go rob the Central Plains! If it's still not enough then make those nobles donate!"

His tongue was still not very fluent, his words sounded stiff when shouting, the prince's eyes reddened as he said: "Father, we can't surpass the Black Iron Camp on the border of the Central Plains. The nobles can't afford to donate anything anymore. They..."

His words were once again interrupted by the angry scolding of Jia Lai Ying Huo. The news that the Western naval army was fighting against Great Liang in the South came. However, there were always methods for news to be hindered. The news about the naval army surprise attack and its defeat was still on the way. Jia Lai Ying Huo firmly believed that after both the North and the South closed in, it was only a matter of time for them to move a thousand miles a day.

He was as fierce as before, but it seemed that his fierceness had bordered on madness.

The chief watched the Wolf King beating and scolding the prince, he himself took the cup's lid to the forehead, then silently left and went straight back to his tent, where several aristocrats and the guests from Central Plains were awaiting his news.

The chief walked faster and faster. In the end, he almost trotted back to his tent. Even in the aftertaste of the burning of Ziliujin, the Northern Frontier was still cold. However, the chief's forehead was breaking out in hot sweat, soaking his sleeves as he wiped it while running.

With a heavy heart, he waved back a female slave who was stepping up to serve him, motioned for her not to disturb him then walked into the tent with three layers of heavy curtains.

The chief carefully explored around, confirming that there were no unrelated people nearby, he then closed the doors one by one, sighed with relief, and walked into the room.

Just then, a sudden voice came out of the room: "How is it?"

The chief steward startled, shivering in his own home. His limbs twitched. He stood at the door with his mouth agape. In three and four intakes of breath, he felt that his heart was about to stop beating.