Looking at the various officials all in consensus, it wasn't appropriate for Qi Bahe to be unyielding. He could only stiffen his face as he spoke. "Since it's so, Lao'er, I shall allow you to bring troops to participate! I hope you won't disappoint me or be a
Drag on his feet?
Qi Ling chuckled in contempt. With that trash having had his body emptied by wine and women, he'll probably be made into mincemeat the instant he takes the stage. He truly couldn't understand where his imperial father's had the confidence to believe that the trash would obtain victory.
Just relying on those 'wise words' from the state preceptor?
Even if Lao-san truly had the potential, he has thoroughly become a piece of mud after numerous years of indulgence and pampering by Imperial Father...
