"My dish!"
Actually, Bailuo liked strong women and queens; he just had a taste for it.
Chancellor Cao had a fondness for married women, while Bailuo had a preference for queens.
"What did you say?"
"Ah, nothing, nothing," Bailuo, who almost revealed his own fetish, quickly changed the subject, "I would like you to avoid conflict with the Emperor Candidate."
"Hmm?"
The Female Sword Emperor frowned slightly, puzzled, "Do you have any new intelligence?"
"Not certain yet."
Actually, it was certain, but Bailuo couldn't explain the source of the intelligence, nor could he say too much here, as that would raise Dumu'an's suspicions.
"In any case, the other party's strength might be beyond your understanding; you can interpret it as him having hidden his might. If you were to fight him now, your chances of winning are not high."
With the Female Sword Emperor, there was no need for beating around the bush. A loss was a loss, and defeat was defeat. She appreciated unpleasant truths.
