Cunning General Si Ning
Si Ning could feel Xiu Zhicheng's deep gaze on him but he wasn’t about to take back his words so he paused his lips waiting for Xiu Zhicheng’s reply.
The wait seemed to never end and a cold sweat ran down Si Ning’s back as his hands became more sweaty, his heart in his throat because he had no idea what Xiu Zhicheng would do to him for making a demand like that. A case like this, he had seen in historical dramas, then it was the moment the Emperor would draw out his sword and place it on the subordinate’s neck while telling them how impudent of them to make such demand from him.
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