"Salute? Give him a shit.

He's not a soldier, he's a woman who captured him alive, and he's been thrown into prison by an oath.

If he really deserves your worship and respect, how could this palace come here and be half-dead by the Sui Yueyue?

Yue Zitong muttered, putting down his telescope.

Despite what she said, she did not stop pouting her lips to show her contempt for her little nephew.

Just why does she feel sour nose and hot eyes?

Would the heartless palace, like the foreign soldiers who worship the strong, worship the little nephew and be moved by the indomitable spirit of Vice President Chen and...