Shen Yan glanced at Qi Gu and replied coldly, “Cut the c.r.a.p.”
If Qian Jiyun had been unremarkable, would the emperor confer him the t.i.tle of Prince Zhan Yun of the Second Rank at such a young age?
Even the emperor had not conferred their master the name Zhan1. Although it was partly because the emperor wanted to suppress their master, Qian Jiyun was no doubt remarkable!
“Qian Jiyun is an enigma!”
“Indeed.” Qi Gu agreed.
!!“The military camp is so strict. It seems…”
He had guessed there were infected soldiers in the camp. He could smell the faint smell of medicine before even entering.
Now that he was inside, the smell only got stronger. Since there was no war, the medicine must be used to treat illnesses instead of injuries.
“Is there hope in obtaining the prescription? Qian Jiyun shouldn’t be like that person—”
“We can’t be sure,” Shen Yan interrupted him.
The 18 Stockaded Villages were famous. Everyone wanted to interfere in their affairs.
Even Qian Jiyun must have set his sights on them too. The 18 Stockaded Villages had always been united and never gave those with ulterior motives an opportunity.
“Let’s play it by ear. It’ll be great if we can get it. If we can’t, we’ll think of another way…”
Just as they were discussing in whispers, they heard Qian Jiyun’s voice outside the tent.
“Chief Shen, Chief Qi Gu.”
A man donned in silver armor walked in with heavy strides. With an imposing aura, his sharp gaze swept across the two people in the tent.
It was a battle of auras between Qian Jiyun and the two chiefs from the 18 Stockaded Villages.
Shen Yan and Qi Gu stood up together, feeling the immense pressure. They had been with their master for so many years and would not lose in a battle of aura.
In the blink of an eye, the pressure Qian Jiyun gave them was gone. They looked at him with a faint smile in their eyes.
“Greetings, Prince Zhan Yun. I’m Shen Yan from the first stockaded village.”
“Greetings, Prince Zhan Yun. I’m Qi Gu from the 11th stockaded village.”
They cupped their fists and greeted Qian Jiyun.
Qian Jiyun nodded at them and sat at the head of the table. He cupped his fists at them after they sat back down.
“Greetings to you too, seniors.”
…
On the mountain, Shen Zhuxin, Qi Ye, and the others approached An Jiuyue and Deputy General Sun.
They were all young and prideful. Although it was difficult to ask for medicinal herbs, they had no other choice.
Qi Ye’s face turned red, but he could not say anything.
An Jiuyue looked at them and shook her head with a smile. “They’re still too young.”
They looked around the same age as her, but they lacked life experience.
“Uh…” An Jiuyue’s words rendered them speechless.
What does she mean? Is she mocking us for not being able to say anything?
Indeed, as part of the 18 Stockaded Villages and the young masters of each village, when did they ever need to ask someone else for something?
After a while, Qi Ye said to An Jiuyue with a red face, “Miss, can we talk?”
“About what?” An Jiuyue retorted and glanced at them indifferently. “If it’s about the Bipetalous Scarlet-Blue flowers, I need them very much too. I’m afraid I won’t be able to give you any.”