In the study room.
Prime Minister Zhao and General Lin stood on either side, both saluted when Third Prince walked in.
"Your Highness"
"Your Highness"
Xuanyuan Yonghao sat down on a red sandalwood chair, his eyes lowered, his expression indifferent.
After a long silence, Lin Liqiang could not hold back anymore and spoke first,
"Your Highness! That woman's Martial Arts moves are unprecedented, and she was hiding under a tree listening to my conversation with Prime Minister Zhao. I believe now is a critical moment, it's better to mistakenly kill a hundred than to let one escape!"
The voice of the tough man carried an undertone of iron-blooded vigilance from deep within his bones.
Xuanyuan Yonghao's eyelids twitched, lifting his gaze which was dark and profound as he stared at General Lin, the air pressure around him low, only to hear him utter,
"Oh?"
It was unclear whether he agreed or disagreed.
