If a storm were to hit, Zhao Feng felt a bit apprehensive in his heart.
"Commander Ren."
"Today, the foreign tribes were repelled by my army."
"Moreover, I plan to take my sister back home first, before returning to the capital."
"Can this be postponed?" Zhao Feng looked at Ren Xiao and said.
"This..." Ren Xiao hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm here to deliver the royal edict, I have no authority to decide, but since this involves military affairs, naturally, it takes precedence."
Although Ren Xiao didn't explicitly say it.
The meaning was clear.
"In that case."
"I'll trouble Commander Ren to report to the Great King first." Zhao Feng smiled and said.
"I understand." Ren Xiao nodded immediately in response.
Afterwards.
Zhao Feng told Zhang Ming, "Go tell my sister to prepare herself, handle the matters at the Wounded Soldier Camp promptly, then follow me back to Shaqiu and then to Xianyang."
"Understood."
Zhang Ming quickly ran off.
After giving instructions.
