At this moment, the Eighteenth Princess scrutinized Nan Xuan Yi, her face cold and stern. Imperial majesty surged around her like a newborn radiant star. Though her aura was not particularly powerful, her innate bearing made even Nan Xuan Yi break out in a cold sweat.
"Your Highness, may I ask..."
"Scram."
Before Nan Xuan Yi could finish, the Eighteenth Princess cut him off.
Nan Xuan Yi froze. Though he felt somewhat stifled inside, his face remained utterly respectful as he hurriedly said, "Yes, Your Highness!"
As he spoke, he kept backing away until he stood among Yang Cheng and the others. He even deliberately positioned himself behind Yang Cheng, since Yang Cheng technically outranked him.
"I told you to scram out of the Eighth Expeditionary Army." The Eighteenth Princess suddenly spoke again in a cold voice.
The Yang clansmen looked at one another, while Nan Xuan Yi flushed with embarrassment and said, "Your Highness, I was appointed by the Southern Prince..."
He did not get to finish either. A scroll suddenly appeared in the Eighteenth Princess's hand, and she tossed it toward Nan Xuan Yi. He hurriedly caught it and opened it.
Written on it in bold were the words: The Eighteenth Princess is appointed Chief Strategist of the Eighth Expeditionary Army of the Four Symbols Primordial Chaos Army.
The signature at the end was none other than the Southern Prince's!
"Uh..."
Nan Xuan Yi was utterly bewildered. He looked toward Yang Cheng, who glanced at the scroll as well, completely dumbfounded. Nan Xuan Yi had only just received his appointment—how had it been changed so soon, telling him to get lost?
"Th-this isn't reasonable..." Before Yang Cheng could finish, Nan Xuan Yi shot him a glare. Gritting his teeth, Nan Xuan Yi said, "My father appointed her himself,