After relaying the order, Mo Lin hurriedly returned and asked in confusion, "Your Highness, how did you know that the messenger was problematic?"
It turns out that Mo Lin knew from beginning to end that Zheng Dinglian was just putting on an act, and he was just playing along.
Zheng Dinglian replied, "Because I know that my wife will not let domestic affairs interfere with my military operations; she will find a way to resolve them."
Mo Lin was still puzzled: "You and your wife have only been married a short time, and at most, you've spent no more than two hours together. Why do you have such great confidence in her?"
Zheng Dinglian glanced at him sideways, his tone firm: "My confidence in her has nothing to do with how long we've known each other. I just know she has this ability."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Dinglian strode off to visit the wounded and fulfill his duty of care.
Despite the resounding victory, many brave warriors lay wounded on the battlefield. As commander, Zheng Dinglian knew he bore the responsibility of visiting and comforting these valiant soldiers.
Mo Lin was filled with doubt and trepidation, and silently followed behind him.
After finishing all the busy business, Zheng Dinglian returned to his tent and slowly took off his battle robe, which was torn and scarred by swords.
After removing his battle robe, he immediately examined the precious gold-threaded soft armor.
Only after confirming that it was unharmed did Zheng Dinglian slightly relax his tense mood.
Today, it once again protected him in a life-or-death situation.
He gently removed the soft nail, picked up a clean cloth, dipped it in water, carefully wiped every inch of the nail plate, and then carefully hung it up.
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