"Before that," Song Qingshu said, abruptly changing the subject as his sharp gaze swept over the crowd, "there is something that needs to be dealt with first."
His gaze seemed almost tangible, and everyone present felt a shudder in their hearts.
"Li Kexiu's attack may have been sudden, but in terms of strength, he is no more than evenly matched with our Golden Snake Camp. So why has the Golden Snake Camp suffered defeat after defeat since the fighting began?" By the end, Song Qingshu's voice had gradually turned stern.
The generals looked at one another, shame written across their faces. They all lowered their heads in silence, and no one dared provoke him at such a time.
"Instead of thinking about how to repel the enemy, you poured all your energy into questioning and doubting me. If you drag me down every time we reach a critical moment, what use are you to me?" Song Qingshu snapped.
"We heard that you had been poisoned in Yangzhou, my lord, so we suspected Xia Qingqing and the others had substituted someone else for you and found someone to impersonate you," someone argued quietly.
"You were worried they were impersonating me?" Song Qingshu raised an eyebrow and cut him off. "They are my women. From now on, if I am not present, they may represent me in full!"
The people below grumbled inwardly. Xia Qingqing had clearly been Madam Yuan before; who knew when the two of them had gotten together? Naturally, they did not dare say such things aloud and could only nod in agreement.
Song Qingshu turned and glanced at Zhao Min. "Miss Zhao, in your Mongol Empire, how should those who openly question their commander and refuse to carry out orders be dealt with?"
Zhao Min was quick-witted and