A slightly salty, slightly wet, and slightly cold wind blew in from the sea chilling Fan Xian's cheeks. He coldly stared at the densely packed soldiers beneath the stage, but the depths of his heart was gradually becoming calm.
In handling the navy matter, the most important and dangerous time was actually last night. Having reached the morning, the most dangerous time had already passed so he was not overly worried.
The generals and provincial officials who did not have inside information all thought that the imperial envoy was praising first before starting his disparaging comments. To clarify Chang Kun's loss of reason to the naval officers under the bright light of day made them think that he would immediately carry out the cruelest and most inhumane attack. When they actually heard Fan Xian's words, they were incomparably shocked that he did not start flogging the corpse.
