Qing Yi asked in a firm voice: "The order you received should be to hold the line."
Qing Kun replied nonchalantly: "Do you know how much effort your father put into this troop? If it all ends here, how will you establish yourself in Qing's Family in the future? If this troop is wiped out, the Qing's Family will be left with only Qing Yu in the north."
Qing Yi frowned: "At a time like this, you're still thinking about such things."
"Kid, you don't understand politics. To sit at the table and talk politics, you need chips, and this troop is your dad's chip," Qing Kun said. "Without guns in hand, you lack the backbone. I'm considering it for you. Think about it, you've become the Chief of the Spy Bureau at a young age, but you're not the Shadow yet—the position of Shadow remains vacant."
Qing Yi shook his head: "I don't need to consider such things, and the sir wouldn't consider such things either."
Qing Kun asked: "What if that sir of yours doesn't return?"
