Fei Zhong was immensely pleased with himself:
With all the spies under this old man's name, they hadn't been wasting grain here all these years for nothing!
How many pretty little beauties each great feudal lord had in his household—I knew it all like the back of my hand!
This Deng Chanyu had a beauty that could topple cities, and her martial skill was extraordinary besides.
Taking her as a consort could both help Your Majesty relieve his boredom and use a marriage alliance to thoroughly stabilize the southern border defended by Deng Jiugong. One stone, two birds—this old man was simply Great Shang's number-one meritorious minister!
Off to the side, You Hun secretly hated that he had moved half a beat too slowly, letting this old bastard steal the limelight, while Wen Zhong's eyes went wide as he silently took out a little notebook in his heart and wrote it down.
Seated on the throne, the moment Di Xin heard the three words "Deng Chanyu," memories from his previous life of the great Investiture of the Gods war immediately surfaced.
Deng Jiugong, Commander-in-Chief of Sanshan Pass, had originally been utterly loyal to Great Shang, and his martial skill ranked among the very best of the mortal military generals.
And his daughter Deng Chanyu was a heroine who yielded nothing to men. Not only was she as beautiful as a flower, her Five-Colored Flying Stone had smashed Jiang Ziya, Nezha, Huang Tianhua, and a whole crowd of Chan Sect generals until their heads were covered in lumps, making them throw away their helmets and armor in rout.
The moment he thought of Deng Chanyu's originally destined ending, the wicked fire in Di Xin's heart could no longer be suppressed.
Such a peerless female general, and in the original course of