Nowadays, there are many princes in the world, and they are all eager for talents. As long as they are talented people, there is no need to worry about having nowhere to go.

The master chooses to follow, and the slave is the master.

Of course, the master is not incapable of killing his followers, but since the servants will be killed if they give advice, how can this master be loyal?

Just now, she almost punished her first counselor Guan Shanyi with a stick because she couldn't lose her face.

Qi Ya immediately put her hand on her forehead and said with a look of discomfort on her face: "It's better to be careful with Ding Chu. My mother is indeed unwell. We will discuss the follow-up strategy tomorrow and let's all be dismissed."

"promise!"

All the civil and military officials in the palace saluted Qi Ya, who stood up first, and quickly retreated as if they were fleeing.

Seeing that Guan Shanyi was still looking at her and not moving, Qi Ya pulled a stiff smile from her face: "What Jin Rong just said is very reasonable. This general will consider it carefully."

Hearing this, Guan Shanyi saw Qi Ya's face smile again, and the expression on her face softened slightly. He took a step back and gave Qi Ya a farewell salute.

"It would be great if your lord can listen to Shan Yi's advice. Please take care of yourself, Shan Yi will step back for the time being."

After saying this, Guan Shanyi turned around and left the meeting hall without any delay.

After all the civil and military personnel in the hall had almost retreated, Qi Ya called to Lin Zhihui who was about to walk out.

"Dingchu, please stay here. My mother has something private to tell you."

Lin Zhihui paused slightly, then turned back from the door of the palace, and made a veiled stop gesture to Qi Fangya who was about to speak.

When only Qi Ya and Lin Zhihui were left in the meeting hall, Qi Ya waved to Lin Zhihui to come closer.

Lin Zhihui had a cold face and walked up to the top with steady steps.

"General." Lin Zhihui stood in front of the wide chair where Qi Ya was sitting and called softly.

Qi Ya waved to Lin Zhihui to sit down on the foot couch in front of her.

Without any hesitation, Lin Zhihui knelt down at Qi Ya's feet and looked up at Qi Ya, waiting for her to speak.

"Mother knows that although Mum's Dingchu has a cold face, he has the warmest heart. Were you worried about Mum just now?"

Seeing Lin Zhihui's tall and straight body on the couch at her feet, Qi Ya sat down obediently, raised her hand and stroked the top of his hair, and said softly: "My mother almost made a big mistake just now."

"General, you won't do anything wrong. You are just feeling unwell. But the poison that the Chiang thief inflicted on you in the past has not been completely eradicated?" Lin Zhihui allowed Qi Ya to stroke the top of his hair and coldly asked her if she cared about her.

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When Qi Ya heard Lin Zhihui mention this, her eyes became clear: "The poison has been cured long ago. Don't worry about Ding Chu. My mother was so angry just now that she lost the sense of discretion for a superior person."

Because Lin Zhihui usually talked little, but now he suddenly spoke so much about her, Qi Ya unconsciously spoke her true feelings to her favorite adopted son.

At this point, Qi Ya laughed and said: "Dingchu, you, you, you, you, you, you, you care about me the most every time, but you don't even want to call me mother. If you have such a temper, if someone else is your mother, it won't hurt."

You are."

Lin Zhihui was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "It's enough to have the general in pain."

Qi Ya smiled brightly: "My mother's temperament is really awkward, and her voice becomes quieter when she tells the truth. Hahaha!"

Qi Ya couldn't help but tease Lin Zhihui a few words.

Lin Zhihui: "..."

Seeing that Lin Zhihui had stopped talking, Qi Ya looked away and didn't know what he was thinking. She raised her hand to hold his face and turned around. She was in a good mood and asked softly: "What's the matter? Mother Dingchu is shy?"

Lin Zhihui: "...No."

Qi Ya laughed loudly: "I'm just shy."

Qi Ya held Lin Zhihui's face and looked at it carefully, and said happily: "Ding Chu is so handsome. Mom will definitely help you find the best in-law."

"I don't want to take a wife for the time being. I just want to fight with the general and expand the territory for you."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Qi Ya smiled again.

After laughing, Qi Ya loosened her hands holding Lin Zhihui's face, her whole body became a little more cheerful, and she relaxed and confided to Lin Zhihui: "They all look down on me as a woman."

"who?"

"Everyone."

"Anyway no."

"Haha." Qi Ya raised her hand and touched the top of Lin Zhihui's hair.

"Really." Lin Zhihui raised his eyes to look at Qi Ya, his beautiful and bright red eyes were full of seriousness.

"In a free heart, there is no difference between men and women. Whatever a man can do, a woman can do it. If a man can control the world, so can a woman."

Qi Ya met Lin Zhihui's eyes and confirmed that his words came from the bottom of his heart, and the expression on his face became softer.

"It would be great if all the men in the world could think like my son..."

“Why does it matter what they think?”

Qi Ya was slightly stunned.

"Why should you care what they think?"

Qi Ya's expression became softer and softer: "Dingchu, you don't understand."

"General, you are already the supreme one. You are a hero among women who control the land of four counties and command a hundred thousand soldiers and horses."

Lin Zhihui said coldly: "You no longer need to care about other people's opinions!"

Qi Ya showed her face and giggled, patted Lin Zhihui's broad shoulder, and said sadly: "Okay, Dingchu. I know your intentions now, and there is no need to enlighten me anymore."

"Mom, I just want to express some of my worries to you."

Lin Zhihui saw that Qi Ya was still deeply troubled by her heart, so it was enough to stop.

"You did a good job just now. You almost punished Guan Shanyi with the stick because of my mother, which made a big mistake."

"Um."

Lin Zhihui didn't take any credit and just hummed softly.

Seeing Lin Zhihui like this, Qi Ya raised her hand and stroked the top of Lin Zhihui's hair affectionately.

"What do you want from Dingchu? I will reward you."

"...Since Wu Kui came to seek peace, why not take the opportunity to exchange for the fourth brother?"
Chapter completed!