As he spoke, a hint of displeasure appeared on his face.
The others chimed in, "That’s right, we’re not just some embroidered pillows. General Xiong’s worries seem a bit unnecessary. Come, come, let’s accompany you in drinking this bowl of tea."
They picked up their teacups, pressing him with their gaze.
Vice General Xiong, having no choice, picked up his teacup and drank along with them.
Putting down the cup, he sighed, "I’m not worried about the contest with the Little Duke. Like you all, I have confidence in our troops. The Little Duke wants to challenge with five hundred men; let alone her, even if the old general took the field himself, it would be difficult."
The others nodded in agreement.
"Then what were you worrying about just now?" One asked curiously.
Vice General Xiong glanced at them, speaking in a deep voice, "I’m worried about the Old General."
"What are you worried about my grandfather?" Suddenly, from the entrance of the main tent, a cold yet youthful voice rang out. Like a chilly night breeze, it swept in, sending shivers down the spines of the vice generals inside.
"Little Duke! What are you doing here?" Vice General Xiong stood up in shock.
The other vice generals also stood up one after another, looking in astonishment at Mu Qingge, who stood at the entrance with hands behind her back.
How could the Little Duke have arrived at the tent front without anyone noticing? Moreover, not a single person had announced her presence outside.
Wait! Something’s not right!
The experienced vice generals quickly realized.
It was unusually quiet around them, even the sound of soldiers marching was absent.
What’s going on?!


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