In the early hours, news of victory arrived from Ming City, his army heading back to the capital overnight, and they had taken control of this small western-style building. Therefore, all of Nikoya's tricks were in plain sight; he wasn't interested in whether that package of medicine was poisonous or not. Since Nikoya intended for Mi Yao to ingest it, he swapped it out for Nikoya to eat herself.
"For a woman, you abandoned your army and battlefield. Feng Yueming, have you gone mad?"
Feng Yueming's expression remained calm and steady as he spoke, "Victory was expected…"
But if he hadn't returned, nobody could have guaranteed Mi Yao's safety.
This woman—no one was allowed to touch her!
"Ha," Mr. Feng suddenly stood up, pointing his finger at Feng Yueming, "What if there were a possibility of failure? Would you still have come back?"
What would he choose if the battlefield also needed him? Between the battlefield and Mi Yao?
