"Ah?"
The leaders looked up. They had never dreamed that the first thing Si Lingxi asked about would be the spring plowing.
This was... they understood! One city lord's eyes lit up. Stepping forward, he said, "Reporting to the Palace Mistress! Aika City's spring plowing is already more than halfway complete. Last year was also a bountiful harvest, so there is sufficient grain. It will not affect the war effort!"
Another mountain lord hurriedly added, "Feiliang Mountain has relatively little farmland. Even the elderly, weak, women, and children can carry out the spring plowing. We have enough grain and warriors for Phoenix Mountain to command!"
Another clan chief said excitedly, "The Nuotang Clan's inherited cultivation techniques were all bestowed by Phoenix Mountain. We are willing to go through fire and water for Phoenix Mountain!"
Si Lingxi: ???
Lu Zheng: ??? Si Lingxi could not help looking at Bi Hu and Xuan Mei, who were standing to one side. "Did you tell them Phoenix Mountain was going to war?"
Bi Hu and Xuan Mei could not help exchanging glances, utterly bewildered. Then they both shook their heads. "No?"
So Si Lingxi turned back to the leaders who had spoken, narrowing her eyes in question.
As her cold gaze swept over them, several leaders shuddered, their hearts turning icy.
Since ancient times, presumptuously speculating on the thoughts of one's superiors had always been a great taboo for those in high positions. In their eagerness to show loyalty, they had actually forgotten such basic common sense.
"Palace... Palace Mistress..."
"W-we..."
"Enough..." Si Lingxi waved a hand, stopping their explanations.
Si Lingxi did not care that these people were trying to guess her thoughts. Would immortals care about the guesses of mortals? If they really managed to guess right, immortals would instead be pleased—kindred