Seeing the sharp edge bursting from Jiayi's eyes, Qin Yang could not help feeling that Jiayi might truly not have been spouting bullshit just to comfort him.
Though he dearly wanted to burst into laughter and jokingly add: Your mouth stinks worse than your feet.
Unfortunately, the moment that thought crossed his mind, he snuffed it out.
Showing fear before battle and shaking morale would get one beaten to death anywhere.
The difficulties were there, but he could not be the first to show weakness.
Mm, Jiayi's bearing was quite good. At the very least, her resolve was firm.
By comparison, he still could not become some big shot. His mentality was not quite up to par.
Qin Yang raised his wine cup.
"I'll toast you. Let us wait for the day when Great Ying's battle flags can be planted across every inch of the heavens.
I don't ask to swagger about sideways. I only ask that no one spend every day thinking about how to kill me. A very simple little wish."
"That day will come." Jiayi raised her cup and spoke with utter seriousness as she looked into Qin Yang's eyes.
"Don't take it too seriously..." Qin Yang hurriedly replied.
"We actually still have plenty of time. For now, we only need to keep the divine tree from opening the Ten Directions Realm. We have all the time in the world to slowly accomplish our goal."
Qin Yang was actually rather afraid that if Jiayi sat on the imperial throne for too long, she would become a Great Emperor willing to use any means to achieve her ends. Though being overly conciliatory was indeed no good when sitting in that position, and it might even become a burden at times when pursuing the ultimate goal.
But Qin Yang