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nShen Yan glanced at Qi Gu and replied coldly, “Cut the crap.”

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nIf Qian Jiyun had been unremarkable, would the emperor confer him the title of Prince Zhan Yun of the Second Rank at such a young age?

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nEven the emperor had not conferred their master the name Zhan1. Although it was partly because the emperor wanted to suppress their master, Qian Jiyun was no doubt remarkable!

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n“Qian Jiyun is an enigma!”

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n“Indeed.” Qi Gu agreed.

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n“The military camp is so strict. It seems…”

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nHe had guessed there were infected soldiers in the camp. He could smell the faint smell of medicine before even entering.

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nNow that he was inside, the smell only got stronger. Since there was no war, the medicine must be used to treat illnesses instead of injuries.

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n“Is there hope in obtaining the prescription? Qian Jiyun shouldn’t be like that person—”

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n“We can’t be sure,” Shen Yan interrupted him.

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nThe 18 Stockaded Villages were famous. Everyone wanted to interfere in their affairs.

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nEven Qian Jiyun must have set his sights on them too. The 18 Stockaded Villages had always been united and never gave those with ulterior motives an opportunity.

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n“Let’s play it by ear. It’ll be great if we can get it. If we can’t, we’ll think of another way…”

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nJust as they were discussing in whispers, they heard Qian Jiyun’s voice outside the tent.

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n“Chief Shen, Chief Qi Gu.”

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nA man donned in silver armor walked in with heavy strides. With an imposing aura, his sharp gaze swept across the two people in the tent.

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nIt was a battle of auras between Qian Jiyun and the two chiefs from the 18 Stockaded Villages.

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nShen Yan and Qi Gu stood up together, feeling the immense pressure. They had been with their master for so many years and would not lose in a battle of aura.

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nIn the blink of an eye, the pressure Qian Jiyun gave them was gone. They looked at him with a faint smile in their eyes.

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n“Greetings, Prince Zhan Yun. I’m Shen Yan from the first stockaded village.”

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n“Greetings, Prince Zhan Yun. I’m Qi Gu from the 11th stockaded village.”

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nThey cupped their fists and greeted Qian Jiyun.

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nQian Jiyun nodded at them and sat at the head of the table. He cupped his fists at them after they sat back down.

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n“Greetings to you too, seniors.”

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nOn the mountain, Shen Zhuxin, Qi Ye, and the others approached An Jiuyue and Deputy General Sun.

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nThey were all young and prideful. Although it was difficult to ask for medicinal herbs, they had no other choice.

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nQi Ye’s face turned red, but he could not say anything.

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nAn Jiuyue looked at them and shook her head with a smile. “They’re still too young.”

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nThey looked around the same age as her, but they lacked life experience.

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n“Uh…” An Jiuyue’s words rendered them speechless.

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nWhat does she mean? Is she mocking us for not being able to say anything?

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nIndeed, as part of the 18 Stockaded Villages and the young masters of each village, when did they ever need to ask someone else for something?

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nAfter a while, Qi Ye said to An Jiuyue with a red face, “Miss, can we talk?”

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n“About what?” An Jiuyue retorted and glanced at them indifferently. “If it’s about the Bipetalous Scarlet-Blue flowers, I need them very much too. I’m afraid I won’t be able to give you any.”

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