"Peh, what do you know?" Zhao Tingjian glared angrily, "The reason our losses werenât huge is because Old Zhao here is bold but careful and noticed it early. If we had stayed even a moment longer, the consequences would have been unimaginable."
"Su Yun relies on her status as the Eldest Princess and the favor of the Immortal Emperor to flaunt her power and make trouble for me all the time, but even letting such a major issue slip by is unacceptable. Today, Old Zhao is definitely going to demand an explanation from her. If she doesnât compensate and satisfy me, Iâll take this case to the Immortal Emperor himself."
"Well, demanding an explanation is fine, I support that." Jiang Qingwenâs face turned red, feeling embarrassed, "But do you really need to act like that? Are you planning to cause a scene and be unreasonable again?"
"What do you mean âcause a scene and be unreasonableâ?" Zhao Tingjian gave him a smack on the head, "This Marshal calls it âthe squeaky wheel gets the greaseâ! What kind of person is Su Yun? Sheâs a stingy iron rooster. If I donât put some pressure on her, sheâll think Iâm easy to bully like clay. And besides, causing a little fuss to snag some more resources, isnât it all for you little rascals? To give you more survival abilities."
"You rascal, donât let that Su Yun girl being good-looking sway you. Others fear her as the Eldest Princess, but Old Zhao here doesnât even care~"
Zhao Tingjian scolded his trusted aide as he walked towards the deputy command center, planning to make Su Yun bleed heavily this time, compensating him for various losses and mending his wounded heart. He had even prepared the words to scold her.
However.
He had just stepped one foot into the threshold when he heard a girlâs angry voice from the deputy command center.
"Sister Su Yun, youâre burning bridges! I, Wang Yuxuan, to rescue the brothers and sisters of the Human race, kicked down the Demonic King, scolded the Demonic Godâis that easy for me? Iâve fought for the Human race, bled for the Human race, and now you tell me to get lost, I should just leave?"
It was Wang Ying Xuan speaking.
Apparently, regarding the matter of whether to stay on the battlefield outside the domain, she and Princess Su Yun had a disagreement and started arguing right in the deputy command center.
"Yuxuan, listen to me, youâre still too young, your rank isnât high enough, and youâre not suited for the battlefield outside the domain. Besides, this time youâve already caught the attention of the Yinchan Demonic God..."
"I, Wang Yuxuan, fear nothing! Give me the Marshal position today, and Iâll return you a Demonic God Hall tomorrow."
"Yuxuan, youâd better go back to the Immortal Palace and cultivate well, donât cause trouble."
"Su Yun, youâre envious and jealous! Youâre suppressing meritorious officials! Youâre just afraid that I will outshine you, today you gave me a hard time... ah~~"
Before Wang Yuxuan could finish her words, she was thrown out of the deputy command center.
Su Yunâs gritted voice came from inside: "Not a single bit of the merit you deserve will be deducted. I told you to get off, just get off. Itâs already good Iâm not punishing you for disobeying military orders, and you still have the nerve to argue? Iâll get Wang Shouzhe to handle you later."
Wang Yuxuan rolled around several times on the ground before she finally steadied herself. She got up nonchalantly, brushing herself off, and cursed, "If this place wonât keep me, there are other places that will. Su Yun, donât bully a poor girl; thirty years on the east of the river, thirty years on the west~~ Just you wait~ Someday, Iâll suppress you until you have no temper."
This scene made Zhao Tingjian dumbfounded.
This little girl dared to rant even more than he did, boasting even more bravelyâwhat does she mean by making her a Marshal today, and returning a Demonic God Hall tomorrow?
Such cheek, such spirit, tsk tsk~~ This girl really hits it off with him!
"Come, come, little girl, tell me how Su Yun is suppressing you?" Zhao Tingjian immediately approached Wang Yuxuan with a kindly manner, persuading her, "Donât worry, Iâll stand up for you. Even if I canât, as long as you have the ability, you can develop in my East Road Marshal Mansion."
"Really?" Wang Yuxuanâs eyes lit up immediately, and she happily moved closer, "Old sir, could you make me a Deputy Marshal? Give me a few tens of thousands of troops, I guarantee to return you a Demonic King Fortress!"
"Hahaha~Your boasting reminds me very much of myself when I was young," Zhao Tingjian said cheerfully, patting his chest, "As long as you have enough battle merit points, I can even give you my Marshal position."
"Battle merit points? Is three hundred fifteen thousand six hundred twenty-one enough to trade for your Marshal position?" Wang Yuxuan looked at him expectantly, beaming with excitement.
"Pfft!"
Zhao Tingjian spat out old blood, staring, "You, you, you, you said how, how many merit points?"
"Three hundred fifteen thousand six hundred twenty-one," Wang Yuxuan repeated seriously, then took out her merit badge for him to see, "If you donât believe me, you can see for yourself."
Zhao Tingjian almost fainted, feeling like he no longer recognized the words "battle merit points."
Just what did this girl do? How could she have so many battle merit points?
Did she really capture a Demonic God Hall?
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