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... Palace, Qinzheng Hall.
Xiao Jun’an sat at his desk, flipping through the reports urging for grain supplies from the Northern Frontier, his face as still as water.
Batches of grain and fodder had been sent to the Northern Frontier, yet less than forty percent actually reached the frontlines of the 150,000-strong army.
With the frontline battle situation critical, knowing full well the utter audacity of those corrupt officials, he could only feign ignorance to prevent them ...
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