"Stir-fried noodles? Chicken essence!?"
Qin Hao looked utterly confused, unable to make sense of it.
"Afraid you'll be holding a baby before long!"
Qin Feng tossed out the remark, then offered no further explanation.
As the candidate for the role of Qin the Second in Director Qin's script, he first had to establish a benevolent reputation. If a scandal about him fooling around brought his career crashing down, Qin Feng wouldn't be able to pull off a switcheroo with a civet cat and a crown prince to save him.
"Getting what's coming to him!?"
Qin Hao was still completely bewildered. He had no idea who was supposed to be getting what was coming to them.
"Enough. Back to business!"
Qin Feng's expression suddenly turned serious. "Now that Great Qin has pacified the Grassland Tribes and the myriad races of the Ancient Wasteland have submitted to us, only the Demon Race in the east remains unconquered. I plan to send you to lead the Qin family's Steel Torrent and the new generation in a campaign against them."
"Really!?"
Qin Hao's eyes lit up, and he could barely contain his excitement.
His time as King of Qin had been stifling him. If he could find anything to do right now, he wouldn't be wrestling with the horse tamers here.
"Ding-dong! Congratulations, host, on deceiving the feelings of the Mythical Heavenly Chosen Son and driving him to bleed and sacrifice. You have received 200,000 Villain Points!"
"Who deceived him? He's my dear friend, my close kin, my own brother!"
Qin Feng's expression was more serious than ever, though a trace of worry showed in his eyes.
The Demon Race might have been held beneath humanity as second fiddle for ten thousand years, but the fact that they had fought humanity for so long