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Sang Qingxiao observed from the side as Meng Qin, handsome and with an air of nobility, chattered away, expressing concern for Sang Zijing. Noticing her flushed face, it seemed there was quite a story between the two.
Ignoring the dazed Meng Qin, Sang Zijing walked toward the camp. Sang Qingxiao moved closer and linked her arm with hers, wondering about Meng Qin's background. He was the youngest son of the Regional Governor of the Meng Family. Mischievous in his youth, his father had sent him to the military camp for discipline, intending to bring him back once he matured. Little did they know, he ended up staying there for many years.
Though capable, he lacked ambition and was somewhat lazy. It was only through my constant urging that he became my assistant. Now, emboldened by my leniency, he dared to chatter on and on at me! He must have forgotten how I used to overpower him when we were kids.
Meng Qin composed himself and shamelessly followed along, overhearing this conversation. Coupled with thoughts of Sang Baihuan, memories he wished to forget resurfaced. "You're that little boy brought by Uncle Sang to our house! You even teased me about being your brother! But in reality, you're not only a year younger than me but also a girl! You deceived me for so many years!"
Sang Zijing shot back at him, "With all your talking, just shut up! It's one thing to trick me; now you've grown up and still want to bully me?"
"Say that again!" Meng Qin retorted.
"Our families are so close; why didn't you come looking for me when the Sang Family was in trouble?"
"Meng Qin! I don't want to revisit the past."
"You haven't had a good life these years; I will definitely help you find a renowned doctor for your face."
As their bickering continued, Sang Zijing realized she couldn't silence him and decided to take matters into her own hands. They began to spar, but this time it felt different. Meng Qin kept yielding, and as Sang Zijing continued to strike, she found it increasingly pointless to keep fighting against Meng Qin's sticky concern.
Before long, the battle flag of the Sang Family Army was raised. Meng Qin insisted on hanging it at a high point. Nearby camps noticed and began spreading the word. Although the border was long, matters concerning the Sang Family were sensitive. In the following hours, waves of people came to investigate.
First came a few scouts with news, followed closely by senior warriors from the Western Army who were curious about Sang Zijing. The notion that women couldn't serve in camps was hard to voice when the Sang Family had produced several female generals. Sang Zijing's prowess was evident; moreover, the power struggles between the Sang Family and the royal family were becoming increasingly apparent. After exchanging glances, they began offering congratulations.
With guests arriving to congratulate them, it was only right to host a banquet. Sang Qingxiao brought out plenty of raw meat, seasonings, and wine from their spatial storage while Sang Zijing used funds from their accounts to purchase everything.
The lively banquet continued until just before dawn on the second day when the last guests finally departed. Watching them leave, Sang Zijing realized that by now she was almost sober. Once they stepped outside, their smiles would likely vanish; they would probably gather in groups behind her back to speculate whether the Sang Family intended to seize control of all military power again.
Sang Qingxiao remarked that in the past, it was always the Sang Family feasting while others could only sip a little broth; it's only natural they would have concerns now. The Sang Family aimed for imperial power; their previous monopolistic strategies could no longer be applied.
You explained it to them in person, but they wouldn't listen, so let them guess. Once the dust settles, the layout of Sang Bai Jue across the nation will gradually become clear. All those thoughts will fade away in due time.
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