"Prince, now that 300,000 refugees have crossed the border, the Tuoba brothers lead 10,000 Rushing Wolf Cavalry in hot pursuit, causing extreme casualties among the people. Should we send troops to rescue them?"
Feng Jiu bowed to the ground, her shoulders trembling slightly.
As the Jinghai Colorful General, she took pride in this identity on ordinary days, commanding 5,000 cavalry, 15,000 infantry, quelling rebellions, eliminating bandits, and protecting the common people, she was indeed renowned.
However, during this period, whenever the colorful-clothed General Feng Jiu stepped out, she no longer saw eyes filled with admiration and envy but rather glances filled with hatred and anger.
Even her own subordinates, their gaze towards her lacked the admiration and adoration of the past; most appeared puzzled and indifferent.
Everyone carries a scale in their heart.
Not speaking out doesn't mean they acknowledge that your actions were without fault.
