"Your Majesty is in charge of all the military operations. Why don't you ask your Majesty for the tiger talisman, but instead ask my father to borrow troops?"
Zhao Su looked even more worried. He looked around vigilantly, and his gaze lingered for a moment on Xia Wuqie who was concentrating.
Then one arm rested on the stone table and the other waved.
Nathaniel Ying had not yet caught his breath, but when Zhao Su called him, he forced himself to move forward a little despite his tired body.
So careful, Aunt Su knew how I was going to borrow troops? So smart?
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