"Goddamn it! This war was so damn frustrating!"
The rush hour had passed, and only four middle-aged men remained at the hot and spicy soup stall. The one who had just slammed the table was one of them.
"Can't even handle Beiliang. They've completely disgraced our Great Zhou!"
"How many of our people did Beiliang kill in the last couple of years? If we knew it would end like this, we might as well not have fought at all. Just surrender, kneel, and call them 'Daddy'!"
"That's assuming Beiliang would even want you as a son! If we're talking about calling someone 'Daddy,' I bet only Kou Changqing is qualified. Why else would he be so generous to Beiliang? To stop fighting midway through the war and even hand-deliver them a mountain of silver…"
"Hey! Why didn't they add a clause to that treaty demanding Kou Changqing kneel, kowtow, and call them 'Daddy'?"
"HAHAHAHAHA…"
Ji Huan's expression darkened.
