Not long after, Wen Shucheng strode out of the tent. Catching sight of Jing Luo, a trace of disdain flashed across his face. "A man of Duke Jing's stature—this military adviser had assumed the father was a hero and the son no coward. Who would have thought the young marquess is actually such a frail weakling. It's truly..." He left the rest unsaid, shook his head, and walked away with his men.
Seeing this, Jing Luo wasn't angry; instead, a flicker of suspicion arose in his heart.
Logically speaking, Wen Shucheng shouldn't have this attitude. Weren't they worried that Zhao Yuan would achieve a sweeping victory in this conflict and win the adoration of the soldiers?
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