The atmosphere in the army camp grew increasingly suffocating, the low pressure making it difficult for everyone to breathe.
Chunyu Che wore a faint smile on his face, looking calmly at Jun Moling, and slowly said, "Your Highness Prince Zhan, I am awake now."
Shen Ruoxi's lips were pressed tightly together, her eyes full of resentment and helplessness.
What is this? A naked threat? In this way, how can she have a fair duel with Chunyu Che?
She knew in her heart that even if she won through her true strength, Beichang Country would probably spread rumors that he was afraid of retribution from their marshal, and that's why he willingly died by her hand.
This was a great insult!
Seemingly seeing through Shen Ruoxi's concerns, Chunyu Che's voice was steady and firm, "Military Doctor Shen, please! I will not hold back, and I hope you don't hold back either."
Since he said so, Shen Ruoxi bit her lip hard, squeezing out two words from between her teeth, "I accept."
