General Huo was very imposing. He was a head taller than the people next to him, not to mention his potbelly, which symbolized his status as an ever-victorious general.

Murong Yue was very satisfied.

Only such strong humans can protect the base.

"The Yun Kingdom is skilled in Gu poison techniques. In order to prevent them from being prepared, I discussed with Lord Chen and we are preparing to secretly mobilize troops."

"Hmm, what secret?"

Murong Yue's eyes widened; she loved listening to gossip.

"But... I haven't thought of an excuse yet. Please decide, Your Majesty."

Oh no!

It's time to take charge of things again!

She...she...Murong Yue wanted to say that she was a Libra and didn't like making decisions.

She coughed lightly and slowly said, "Say it again."

This gives you some time to think.

Huo Cheng repeated it again, showing no surprise whatsoever.

His Majesty has asked the parties involved to repeat themselves several times; this is nothing new now.

Murong Yue bought herself a little time to think, and thanks to her studies of human writing these past few days, she felt her comprehension skills had improved.

In summary: you have to fight secretly.

Um...

Murong Yue organized the meager amount of information in her mind.

What were we just talking about?

The grain is arriving; should we go and receive it quietly?

That's right.

The grain is coming. It's such an important thing, we can't lose it. We need to arrange for the army to secretly go and receive it.

That must be it.

The information became clear in her mind again.

So, the clever zombie waved its little hand and said, "Don't lose the food. Then, send the army to pick it up."

Um?

Everyone was stunned and fell into deep thought.

What does Your Majesty mean?