Seeing Emperor Jianhong remain silent for so long.
Finally.
After waiting so long, a faint trace of impatience rose in Sai Chuxue's heart.
She first lifted her head and glanced at Emperor Jianhong, then asked softly:
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
I'm still waiting to go back and drink soup.
Her voice was very soft.
Yet within the Imperial Study, it was exceptionally conspicuous.
Even the eunuchs on duty could not help staring at Sai Chuxue in shock.
Then they hurriedly lowered their heads again, not daring to speak.
Emperor Jianhong came back to his senses.
He knew that he had lost his composure just now.
As an emperor, no matter what happened before him, he had to remain unflustered.
But what Sai Chuxue had just said was truly staggering.
A mere military formation.
Could wipe out an equal number of Demon Race soldiers in the mountains within the time it took to burn an incense stick?
That was impossible!
That was in the mountains!
And on steep, perilous mountain paths at that?
How could the human race, which had been suppressed by the Demon Race on mountain battlefields for thousands of years, possibly defeat an equal number of Demon Race soldiers in the mountains?
If she had said it happened on open plains, with human heavy cavalry—
Emperor Jianhong might have believed it somewhat.
After all, the Great Sage Dynasty's heavy cavalry intimidated the world.
But if she was saying it happened on narrow, cramped mountain paths... there was absolutely no such possibility!
But...
Emperor Jianhong frowned and looked toward Sai Chuxue.
Sai Chuxue's expression was remarkably calm.
She did not seem to be blowing hot air either...
"Mandarin Duck Formation?"
Emperor Jianhong focused on those three words. After pondering for a moment, he asked:
"How is this Mandarin