Gu Lan scratched his head: "This is our niece, let her experience a military hotpot, what's wrong with that."
Rong Miaoyan picked up a slice of lamb, nodded with a smile, and then said meaningfully: "Thank you, Young Master Gu, for caring! Moreover, Rong Heng being able to smoothly become the Military Discussion Captain was thanks to my help."
Rong Heng frowned: "How did you help?"
Rong Miaoyan replied: "I don't even know what I helped with, but in any case, it must be related to the decree you asked me to submit, Uncle Wu, do you dare say it isn't."
Although she didn't know what the significance of those eight words in the decree was, she had figured out over the past few days that those eight words must have another meaning known only to the Emperor and Rong Heng.
Rong Heng was speechless.
He calmed his mind, his voice cold and indifferent: "Then do you know why, today, His Majesty appointed you to the army to deliver the decree appointing me?"
