Qi Jingyun frowned. Indeed, this time he barely had to use any soldiers because the enemy had been poisoned and lacked any combat capability.
"So, actually, compared to that, it was my contribution that helped the Prince more, right?" Yang Ruxin looked at Qi Jingyun.
"Hehe." Qi Jingyun couldn't help but laugh, "You really know how to keep accounts. You're not willing to suffer a loss at all."
In fact, he found Yang Ruxin rather novel, since over the years, he had met many women: some were so scared of him they couldn't even speak clearly, while others clung to him like plaster, eager to offer themselves to him. Even after hearing about Yang Ruxin from his tenth brother, describing how special she was, he didn't feel much. His previous flirtations were just casual probes; if something came of it, fine. After all, she was Dao Xuzi's disciple. But he had failed in his attempts.
This was the first time he had been rejected by a woman.
