"So soon?"
Li Tianming wanted to go badly, but he had not held out much hope.
After all, the Primordial Imperial Army was a place that strictly observed rules.
Without a high enough position, even members of other imperial clans likely could not enter.
"Nonsense. My father personally stepped in and made this trip for you. How could it go wrong?"
An Ning was rather proud of that.
"Still, your own qualifications are the foundation. The imperial clan's restrictions on entrants' positions are mainly because children who are too young would face considerable danger to their lives if they entered," she added.
"Understood!"
Even so, Li Tianming knew in his heart that without her and her background pulling strings for him, he could bash his head bloody and still never get into Imperial Prison.
No sooner had he spoken than King Anyang's gentle, refined figure appeared within the Forward General's Manor.
"Father." An Ning was in a good mood. Looking at her father, pride showed on her face, as though she were telling him, My judgment was good, wasn't it? I didn't lead you into a pit, did I?
King Anyang understood what she meant. He smiled, then said to Li Tianming, "You performed well at the betrothal banquet."
"But Mu Dongyuan said that his actions would only make the Divine Tomb Cult hate the An Clan and leave us beset from both sides," An Ning said.
King Anyang said calmly, "How could there be a method in this world that satisfied both sides? Once one entered that certain-death situation, surviving was the only correct answer."
"Father, if you put it that way, then what comes next..." An Ning asked worriedly.
King Anyang pursed his lips and said, "The Divine Emperor Banquet is ultimately just a sparring match among youngsters.