Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 677

Chapter 677: Chapter 680: A Grain of Rice’s Light, Competing with the Bright Moon [4th Update]

If we lose, Xiuyuan Country will have no Sacrificial Spirit. If word spreads that a Three Stars nation lacks a Sacrificial Spirit, what will become of our national dignity? It would vanish completely.

Si’er was displeased. Do these people not wish to win?

"Your Majesty the Queen, why are you not pleased?" To her astonishment, someone among the civil and military officials stood up and asked this question, a fact Si’er found even more ridiculous.

"Let me ask you all, what is more important: state affairs or personal matters?" Si’er took a deep breath, giving them a chance to answer.

"State affairs, of course," the civil and military officials declared in unison.

"Good." Si’er nodded, then questioned further. "Then why do you focus solely on your personal grievances while disregarding the interests of the state?"

Her words struck like thunder, making the civil and military officials tremble. Those with a shred of conscience hung their heads in shame. They were tormented by their thoughts. How could we, as ministers, forget the great affairs of the kingdom over our own petty hatred? Is this not a betrayal of the kingdom itself?

However, a few other officials merely snorted, believing they had never done anything to neglect the state’s interests. The General of Martial Might and the Heaven-suppressing Marshal were especially incensed. Instead of feeling shame at Si’er’s words, they were filled with anger.

"Queen, are you looking down on me? Do you think I will lose?" the General of Martial Might said coldly.

The Heaven-suppressing Marshal had an even hotter temper and bellowed, "Queen, although I, the Marshal, have never fought in a war, I have studied military strategy thoroughly! Victory is assured. Their recommendation of us was truly for the good of the country."

"Really?" Si’er asked skeptically. If we lose, the Stone and Willow Clans will look down on us. How could they possibly agree to become our Sacrificial Spirits?

"Of course," the General of Martial Might and the Heaven-suppressing Marshal stated confidently.

Si’er turned her gaze toward Wu Tian.

Wu Tian nodded, indicating that they should proceed according to the officials’ wishes. Even if they were to lose, he, Wu Tian, possessed the power to turn the situation around.

Only then did Si’er’s heart finally settle.

The General of Martial Might and the Heaven-suppressing Grand Marshal now stood together. The Marshal was a student of Yuwen’s, holding a hereditary, uncontested position. The ancestral tablets worshipped in his home belonged to a long line of marshals from either the Jin Jian Country or the Heavenly King Country. In any case, there were no wars to be fought. The takeover by the Heavenly King Country had been a mere surprise attack. Thus, for him, being a marshal was laughably simple.

"This time, we must perform well," said the Heaven-suppressing Marshal. He was as fat as a pig, his thighs squeezed so tightly together he could hardly walk. He did little more than eat and drink all day. Yet, he was utterly fearless about the upcoming battle against the Stone and Willow Clans. After all, he had "trained" with the army before, where every soldier would roar, "The Marshal is mighty!"

"The Marshal is right," the General of Martial Might said, nodding in immediate agreement. "The Queen thinks only Wu Tian is formidable. Heh, this time, we must show some real strength and let her see what we’re made of."

"Indeed," the Heaven-suppressing Marshal nodded. "Will you go first, or shall I?"

The General of Martial Might certainly didn’t dare to steal the Marshal’s spotlight. "Naturally, the Marshal goes first," he said, not daring to contend for the honor.

"Which of you from the two clans is fighting? Come on out! I want to see you all fall, one by one, under this Marshal’s great saber!" Eager to show off, the Heaven-suppressing Grand Marshal snorted and immediately drew the weapon from his waist.

"What did you say?" the Heaven-suppressing Grand Marshal roared in fury. This Stone Clan Leader dares to call me the mere glow of a rice grain? Has he lost his mind? I have the Greedy Wolf Saber in my hand! I should be the brilliant moon! The officials, too, flushed with anger, feeling the Stone Clan Leader was far too arrogant.

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