Bang!
An object flew straight at him and struck him squarely in the forehead.
The Bearded Man was stubborn by nature. He neither dodged nor flinched, simply taking the blow as he fixed his eyes stubbornly on the old general seated at the head of the tent.
Blood trickling from the wound on his forehead blurred his vision. An inexplicable rage rampaged through his chest, and he blurted out, "She isn't a spy!"
The atmosphere in the command tent had stiffened to the extreme.
All the officers and soldiers could feel the icy chill radiating from the old general. The Bearded Man could not understand his father's intentions for the moment, but as bystanders, they saw things clearly. They knew that the old general was cleaning up his son's mess for him. Unfortunately, the son refused to appreciate it.
Emmm...
The young man was more inclined to believe that his sworn elder brother was simply stupid.
With the size of his elder brother's brain, he probably could not have thought of this possibility.
Thinking of this, the young man looked at his sworn elder brother with a touch more mockery, and even felt a trace of sympathy for his adoptive father. With several sons beneath his knees, all of them such "filially devoted" fine sons, truly, it was—
Heavenly Dao has its cycles!
The young man lowered his eyes, concealing the faint ripples within them.
The old general asked, "Do you understand what you're saying?"
The Bearded Man held his neck stiff, driven by the spirit of "even if you can't win the steamed bun, you must at least fight for your pride," and stubbornly locked horns with his father.
"I know! She's the daughter of my sworn elder brother's wet nurse's son. Her identity and family background couldn't be