"Ahchoo!!"
Qin Hao couldn't help sneezing. He wondered who was talking about him this time.
"King Qin, it's getting cold. Put on a robe!"
The brothers Xie Tian and Xie Di followed behind him, deftly pulling out a dragon robe and draping it over Qin Hao's shoulders.
"Get lost!!"
Qin Hao was fuming.
He'd told them who knew how many times already, but the lot of them still treated his words like wind through their ears. The moment he let his guard down, they'd throw another dragon robe over him.
"Right away!!"
Xie Tian and Xie Di expertly held on to the robe and scampered off to stand at the side.
"Our turn!!"
The Great Army hurried forward, eager to seize the chance to drape a dragon robe over Qin Hao.
"Looks like you prepared more than one!"
Lin San said nothing, merely watching quietly from the side.
"Sorry for the trouble, Brother Lin!"
Qin Hao gave an awkward smile, then turned and shot the others a glare.
But Xie Tian, Xie Di, the Great Army, and the million soldiers didn't look embarrassed in the slightest. They just wore the shameless expressions of pigs who didn't fear boiling water.
"I understand!"
Lin San nodded and changed the subject. "King Qin, word has spread that we defeated the court's six Great Emperors and the Royal Army. Our forces are at the height of their momentum. We should press our advantage and storm the capital in one fell swoop."
"It's not that I don't want to. I don't dare!"
Qin Hao let out a long sigh. "The six Great Emperors may have retreated this time, but they didn't suffer any real harm. That means the advantage still isn't ours. If this is my brother's plan to lure us deep into enemy territory,