Lilia meant that, for at least a month or two during the presidential transition, the decision-making leadership would be (relatively speaking) incapacitated. However, Marshal Paris, who was over ninety, still displayed a sense of responsibility and energy surpassing almost all young people. The highest military command department under his leadership was still functioning effectively, which allowed Zhixia to relax a little.
However, this so-called "opinion from the New Continent Front" was a little difficult to understand.
Even Zhixia had spent half a minute sorting out the relationships and possibilities involved before frowning and saying, "There's been a conflict between the New Continent and the Empire?"
"Nothing has been reported so far, but apparently there are some bad signs. The front line thinks we should prepare for trouble before it happens. Er, whether you or I believe it or not, Marshal Paris believes it."
Zhixia could not help pressing her temples again. She said irritably, "That mysterious, riddling tone is obviously Old Man Yang's style."
"...He's still Commander Yang, or Teacher Yang, no matter what." Lilia said, "Zhixia, you can't still hold a grudge just because he confiscated the beer you bought."
"I'm not holding a grudge against him." Zhixia put her hands on her hips and said crossly, "But I'm the mayor of Maple City and the commissioner of the Lumina Administration, in charge of three hundred million people. Do I really have to call him Commander?"
Lilia coaxed her like a child. "All right, all right, whatever you say. Teacher Yang definitely won't mind. But no matter how much you resent him, you have to admit that he's capable, right? Yu Lian's most respected teacher is him, after all."
"It's precisely because I recognize his abilities that I call him Old Man Yang." Zhixia snorted, then pressed her temples