"What is this? It's obviously a failure to distinguish public from private, blatant bias—and this is supposed to be the Huan Kingdom!"
Rong Ji once again spoke up indignantly for her elder sister Zhi Ji, leaving everyone puzzled until she explained, "More than fifteen million soldiers registered under the Huan Kingdom have died so far. Add the Otherworlders, righteous warriors, and civilians, and the number definitely exceeds thirty million. They can sacrifice themselves for the greater good, so why can't the Huan King make a sacrifice? Don't Otherworlders worship the principle that when the Son of Heaven breaks the law, he is punished as the common people are?"
"Even so, it cannot all be painted with the same brush. After all, there will always be a gap between ideals and reality. Where there are people, there is Jianghu; where there is Jianghu, there are privileges. There is nothing strange about that!"
Zhao Ji smiled and shook her head, gazing at Rong Ji with indulgent affection as she instructed her.
Rong Ji was a high-ranking historical beauty, so she was naturally no fool. Though she understood, she still pouted in protest. "But this goes too far! Sister not only came to support them with all her strength, she was personally appointed by the Huan King as commander-in-chief, yet they actually..."
"Pfft..."
Just as Rong Ji was fuming on Zhi Ji's behalf, Zhi Ji, whose face had been icy moments before, suddenly broke into a radiant smile and laughed softly. Rong Ji, Zhao Ji, Dongfang Shi, and the people from the two major trading houses all watched her in confusion.
"What are all of you thinking?"
Smiling beautifully, Zhi Ji shot her younger sister an annoyed glance and spat. Without waiting for anyone to react, she declared confidently, "Everyone's reaction was already