"I am the heir of Dingyuan Marquis, the future Dingyuan Marquis. Tell me, why would I choose to be a traitor when I could be a proper marquis?"
After these words were spoken, a gust of wind blew, lifting a few strands of Young Master Gu's scattered black hair, making her face appear even more jade-like and fair.
Amidst thousands of troops, clad in silver armor, she appeared graceful and proud, with an extraordinary demeanor.
Lu Jian's expression suddenly turned a few shades darker; he stared intently at Gu Lan's face and said:
"What I, Lu Jian, detest most in this life are people like you, who think highly of themselves. If you weren't the heir of Dingyuan Marquis, how could you have become the commander of the Yan Army? In the end, in the eyes of noble offspring like you, leading troops and fighting wars is just a leisure pursuit, playing games with the world. People like you, do you even deserve to be a match for the Great General?"
