Meng Fuyao marched off with the bundle still in his hand, unhesitatingly nudging away a few Rong leaders who had stepped forward to stop her.
"Hold up!" Someone with a deep voice called out.
Meng Fuyao stopped, her back facing the people in the tent, and a slightly smug yet painful smile surfaced.
'I was right, you strong-fearing morons…'
Before her arrival, she had given it a long thought on whether she should continue enduring the humiliation and bowing down in order to gain the trust of the Rong Commander-in-Chief or bluffing her way through to subdue them. From her understanding of the Rongs' characteristics, she had ultimately chosen the latter method. Not giving them the chance to strategize was her strategy.
She had been proven right.
Behind her, Tutie Muer was no longer steadily seated. He brushed his sleeves and walked toward her. "Please slow down, Mayor Meng, please slow down. They have been ignorant…"
