"Replying to Father Emperor, it is indeed this Tu'an."
Zhao Feng nodded and replied.
"Humph."
"A mere small country dares to be so insolent, hindering the edge of the Qin soldiers."
"Courting death."
Ying Zheng let out a cold snort, a gleam of sharp murderous intent already showing in his eyes.
"Father, calm your anger."
"Currently, our Qin is still stabilizing the people's livelihood and solidifying the Great Qin Divine Land."
"There is no immediate need to resort to military action. Once the national policies of our Qin Divine Land are implemented, the national power will become even more robust; destroying these two small countries will be effortless."
"The current implementation of national policies requires countless resources and funds, so having these two small countries contribute some would not be a bad thing." Zhao Feng chuckled.
