Lan Xin might have been a bit slow when it came to emotions, but his perception was quite sharp. After Ning Xuan finished speaking, he could feel the suppressed anger simmering beneath her calm exterior.
He hadn't served by his master's side for over a year and had somewhat forgotten her temper. It was only then that he suddenly realized he'd said the wrong thing.
For the past year, Lan Xin had been away commanding troops as a marshal. Every decision he made determined the lives of countless soldiers and the course of the war. Each choice was the result of weighing all pros and cons; the battlefield was ever-changing, requiring him to make the best possible decision in the shortest amount of time.
