"This lord is worried that once he really doesn't care and leads the army personally, millions of troops will pressure our borders. The border defense forces will be under immense pressure. Although the Lin Clan's army is brave and skilled in battle, there is a huge difference in numbers. I don't know if they can withstand the heavy armored army's attack."
"When did you get the news?"
Lin Qingluo's eyes were cold, like ice and frost.
Noble Lord's eyes dimmed slightly: "Today, at noon."
"Stall him first; do not give him an answer."
Lin Qingluo's eyes were deep and unfathomable: "Delay him for ten days or half a month and see his reaction."
Noble Lord's thick and dense eyelashes trembled a little: "That's also what Her Majesty means."
"Send news to the Lin Clan's army stationed at the border and let them prepare as much as possible in advance."
Lin Qingluo's expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't heard the words 'Her Majesty'.
