The scion didn’t have to go to the frontline himself. He’d be making the orders atop the city wall, and the drummer would pass down his orders. When they ascended to the top, the two armies were already engaged in a battle.

“What happened?” the scion snapped at an officer. “I haven’t made an order. Why did they start fighting already?”

The officer didn’t say anything. He couldn’t talk back to a member of the royal clan no matter how much he wanted to.

The scion looked down at the battlefield and waved the flag to make his orders. When Northern Qi’s army circled their left wing, he should’ve sent the right wing to their aid. However, he had the left wing retreat, hoping to minimize casualties.

He didn’t anticipate that his backing down would boost Northern Qi’s morale. Soon, the left wing was decimated. The right wing was the next to be hit.

Intimidated by Northern Qi’s ferocity,...