"Yan, don't think that just because I usually dote on you, you can speak to me like this!" Ling Tianya said, a trace of coldness in his voice.
Although Xiao Yan was nervous, she had already thrown caution to the wind. Even if she was punished with confinement, she had to speak.
"Grandfather, Brother Huang has a point. Every grievance has its culprit, every debt its debtor. With your martial prowess, why must you mobilize so many forces? Those enemies from back then were nothing but clowns jumping about. Aren't you giving them far too much credit by taking revenge on such a grand scale?" Xiao Yan said.
"Oh?" Ling Tianya glanced at Xiao Yan. "When you put it that way, it does seem to make some sense."
"Then will you agree to Brother Huang's request, Grandfather? At least that way, no rift will form between you and Brother Huang," Xiao Yan hurriedly asked.
"Enough. This matter is not open to discussion. Go back!" Ling Tianya said gravely.
"Grandfather!" Xiao Yan still refused to give up.
"And don't think of trying anything else, or issuing false verbal orders in your capacity as Holy Maiden. None of that will work, so don't waste your efforts," Ling Tianya warned her.
Xiao Yan's heart sank. That had been her last plan.
If Ling Tianya still refused, she could only try issuing false verbal orders to stir up unrest in the army or delay its departure. That way, there might still be a chance to stop this campaign.
However, the consequences would probably be very serious. Even if she did not lose her life, the punishment would likely be far more than mere confinement.
But now Xiao Yan felt utterly helpless. Her grandfather had long since anticipated her final idea, leaving her thoroughly dispirited.