"Why do I always feel that you are guarding against Her Highness?"
Chen Qing glanced at Zhang Zhiyun, who had been weakly silent not far away. Zhang Zhiyun had been silent this whole time, only speaking through voice transmission now. Zhang Zhiyun always scorned to talk to that "waste," irritated that such a setup could actually lose to some upstart and even misplace the White Tiger Sorcery—truly, a sheer waste.
However, with emotions pent up in his heart, and rarely having someone to talk to, he eventually chose not to reply with cold ridicule, instead replying coolly, "Shouldn't I be cautious?"
"Her Highness sacrificed herself back then, made such a risky decision, and upheld the responsibility owed by the Imperial Clan—an unprecedented contribution. When it comes to contributions, all of the elders combined don't compare to hers."
"So what?" Zhang Xiaoyun felt even more irritable inside.
