Xiao Jingyi felt his arms go empty and watched as Jiang Lingzhi swept out of the room like a gust of wind.
She stood by the desk, spread out a sheet of letter paper, and after a moment of contemplation, forged several letters containing ambiguous references to colluding with the enemy.
Xiao Jingyi watched her silhouette from afar, feeling that every movement of hers carried an increasingly masterful air—one that was not even a whit inferior to his own when commanding troops on the front lines. He was almost mesmerized.
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