Zhao Feng strode into Zhangtai Palace.
Upon seeing Ying Zheng, Zhao Feng greeted with a chuckle, "Your servant pays respect to the Great King."
Yet Ying Zheng remained with a stern face, looking at Zhao Feng with displeasure.
He stared at Zhao Feng for quite a while.
"Not bad at all."
"Taking ten thousand men and charging into the land of the Northern Frontier foreign tribes," Ying Zheng said with a note of coldness in his voice.
Seeing Ying Zheng like this,
Zhao Feng naturally understood that he was angry, blaming him for being too reckless.
If he were truly furious, this would not be Ying Zheng's attitude today.
He wouldn't even see him.
So Zhao Feng simply relaxed, stood straight, and directly sat beside Ying Zheng.
"Great King."
"You have misunderstood your servant."
"The Northern Frontier's military situation changes in an instant with the threat of foreign tribes."
