"Euphemia is a different sort," Lin Cuo's voice came over the main channel. "She may not be the best at warfare, but she can make people want to stay alive for her. That ability is rarer than piloting an ace KMF. Of course, she's also very pretty. Pink hair is extremely recognizable in political messaging."
Euphemia was sitting in a royal reception room in Pendragon. When she saw her name suddenly appear in the subtitles of the global broadcast, she froze.
"Huh! Why is he evaluating me in front of an alien hive?"
The court lady beside her had no idea how to answer. Euphemia's cheeks slowly reddened. She glanced again at the segment commenting on Cornelia and couldn't help murmuring, "And why does my sister get called long-legged, while I'm only recognizable?"
Cornelia, on the other end of the feed, had clearly heard it too. She immediately cut off the royal family's internal communications.
In the imperial command room in Luoyang, the color had begun to drain from Jiang Lihua's face.
At first, she had thought Lin Cuo was invoking Emperor Guangwu's old story to publicly confirm their engagement before the entire world. Yet in less than a minute, he had moved from evaluating the political abilities of Britannia's two princesses to assessing their looks.
The imperial secretary, however, felt the temperature throughout the command room drop several degrees.
Still on the front line, Tabane asked with a laugh, "So who does our little regent like best, really?"
"The Son of Heaven, of course."
Jiang Lihua's expression softened a little, only for his next sentence to make her freeze again.
"If we're talking about what I like best, it's those feet, cool as ice cream-cough, I mean the ice cream she likes eating best."
Suddenly, nothing but artillery fire