"...Your Highness, I am the military supervisor appointed by His Majesty. Why can't I participate in military affairs?"

"...If you want me to appease the Imperial Guard for you, then shut the hell up. Don't think you can act with impunity just because you're holding onto military funds and merits."

"...You've gone too far!"

Wang Yan had been extremely frustrated these past few days. Although the Great Xia army had been defeated in the siege of Lanshi City, their hard-fought battle had yielded considerable results.

At that time, there were many soldiers in the armies of Xu Ri and Wei Yue who died with the enemy. Their military merits should have been converted into silver for their families or used to help their descendants enter the Imperial Guard. However, Wang Yan embezzled most of it for himself.

As for the dead soldiers, just report them missing. After all, most of their superiors are newly rich, and they all get a share of the stolen military merits.

The fact that they were even taking money from the dead enraged the lower-ranking soldiers, who, upon hearing the news, stormed the supervisors' quarters. The Imperial Guards offered only a token resistance before abandoning the situation, as they too could not bear to watch.

If it weren't for the intervention of the Prince of Changle, none of these military supervisors would have survived.

Qin Mo is now showing him no respect in front of everyone, which has completely enraged the already humiliated military supervisor.

"Appease them? Your Highness, what right do you have to appease these traitors and criminals? Even if it were their patron, the Empress, who came, they would still have to die!"

Wang Yan's arrogant roar caused an uproar, especially since there were many other guards generals present, such as Dou Jin and Dou Mu.

Qin Mo gave the hysterical eunuch a cold look and ignored him, but his pitying gaze made Wang Yan shiver several times.

That night, a person suddenly appeared in Wang Yan's tent. When he saw who it was, he was terrified and knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly, but to no avail.

The next day, news spread through the army that the supervising general, Wang Yan, had died suddenly. Prince Qin Jian of Chang Le merely asked a few perfunctory questions before ordering his funeral arrangements to be made.

As a cultivator of the Heavenly Realm, how could the person who entered Wang Yan's tent last night escape his perception?

"Sigh... She still came!"