"There's still no word from the Court of State Ceremonies."
Qi Shan's expression also held a trace of helplessness.
Shen Tang kicked the desk back into place, her tone turning grim. "Looks like our neighbor has a mind of his own."
Qi Shan said, "Wu Zhaode isn't some good-for-nothing."
When the overall situation in the northwest had only just stabilized, Wu Xian had certainly not dared to anger Shen Tang or provoke Kang Country. But times had changed. The situation in Gao Country had stabilized as well, and they had smoothly weathered the most chaotic early stage of the regime. In terms of status, he and her own Sovereign were both rulers of a country. Gao Country and Kang Country were equal allies, not that the former was dependent on the latter. He truly had no reason to cower before Shen Tang.
There was no guarantee Wu Xian wouldn't use this opportunity to test his Sovereign's attitude and see how much temper and confidence she had with the Northern Desert watching them like a tiger stalking its prey. Wu Xian from several years ago would not have had the shamelessness to take advantage of someone's predicament like this, but things were different now.
He was a Sovereign, not the head of a warlord faction.
Qi Shan's insinuation was crystal clear to Shen Tang.
"Not being some good-for-nothing means he wouldn't be content to spend his whole life bowing his head to others... Wu Zhaode, he's asking for a beating too. Have the Court of State Ceremonies keep an eye on things and see when Wu Xian is willing to give us a reply."
A mocking sneer tugged at the corner of Shen Tang's lips. She immediately vented her anger on the captured Rebel Army, torturing them until they wailed for