"I have ordered people to transport the body of the goddess to the capital first." Yuan Yi said calmly with a slightly calm expression.
Su Shizong frowned slightly, "What does Your Majesty plan to do with this body? Should it be taken back to the capital for burial? The Holy Lord would be unhappy if he knew that Your Majesty did not follow the order."
Yuan Yi's stern face seemed even colder, and his voice was also covered with a layer of frost, "Master Xiang is worrying too much."
Everyone on the table listened quietly to the conversation between the two, looking at the dazzling array of dishes in front of them, but all they heard in their ears were words about dead bodies, and both wives felt a little uncomfortable.
The second young master Su Bingcheng on the side smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty should deliver the head of the goddess to the barbarians as the Holy One said. Anyway, the person is already dead. To ensure peace for the people of our Yuan Kingdom, the spirit of the goddess in heaven should also die without regrets."
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He pretended to be polite, spoke quickly and forcefully, and tried his best to show off in front of his father.
He thought he was right and in line with his father's wishes, but he didn't want to receive a cold look from Dingbei Wang Yuanyi right away.
Su Yin, who was sitting beside him, slowly tightened his grip on the chopsticks in his hands. Looking carefully, he could see the veins on the back of his hands.
That is the body she has lived for more than twenty years, and it is her Su Yin...
Since when has it been this bunch of rubbish's turn to talk about what to do with her body?
Looking at Yuan Yi, Su Shizong, and Su Bingcheng, Su Yin closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips slowly raised a warm arc.
When he opened his eyes again, Su Yin was already grinning lightly, "I heard that the goddess beheaded the barbarian general Ashina? Was he later forced to death by the barbarians?" After saying that, he stuffed a mouthful of vegetables into his mouth, as if unintentionally.
Mentioned during the period.
The expressions of Su Shizong and Yuan Yi changed. At this moment, no one thought much about how Su Ziyin dared to answer the question on such an occasion.
Su Yin was obviously forced to death by the barbarians.
Yuan Yi's eyes suddenly became a little erratic, recalling that day on the wall under the scorching sun, Su Yin killed hundreds of soldiers with a single sword, fighting bloody and exhausted, while the people watching the battle below were an army of 100,000 barbarians.
He guessed that with her temperament, she must have felt endless humiliation and resentment at that time...
Yuan Yi could not imagine at this moment that that person would be eating at the same table with him at this moment!
Seeing Yuan Yi's expression, Su Yin's eyes flashed slightly. It was better not to mention this matter, but when he thought of the humiliation he suffered that day, it felt like a string in his body was suddenly broken.
She is responsible for special work in the National Security Bureau, which is what people call an agent. She has mastered various eavesdropping and assassination skills. Her mission completion rate is still unmatched by anyone. She has innate advantages and acquired hard work.
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She serves as a part-time visiting instructor at the Central Military Academy, teaching non-verbal communication and various close combat skills, and has gained the respect of the students with her practical skills.
She, Su Yin, had the temper to challenge her superiors by slamming the table.
Although she acts careless and heartless, she has her pride. Those prides are pride that everyone can see without deliberately showing them off!
However, the sudden change that day broke all her pride. The anger and despair at that time are still fresh in her memory.
"I heard... that a goddess can defeat a hundred?" Third Miss Su Wenting spoke softly, looking at Su Shizong.
The latter paused after hearing this and nodded slowly, "Yes, and this is the first time I have seen a woman so good at using swordsmanship."
With one against a hundred, how many people can do this easily? After all, those men that day were all risking their lives to fight, but they were definitely not killing hundreds of paper figures with their swords.