What kind of joke was this? The real Fu Hao might have been some goddess of war, but it was Pei Mianman in the guise of Fu Hao right now, and she was just a young lady! In fact, she had just been under him begging for mercy a moment ago—how could she tolerate the trauma of a battlefield?

More than that, though, this trial was really strange. He didn’t know much about this Qiang Faction, but they had somehow managed to wipe out the Shang Dynasty’s entire army. Wouldn’t it be suicide to send Pei Mianman, someone who had never fought a war before?

Fu Shuo tried to persuade him. “My king, I know you care a lot about the queen, but now isn’t the time to act impulsively! The queen has subdued an internal uprising before, which shows that she is more than capable at handling military affairs. My king, you do not need to worry.”

Zu An did not like this idea at all. He couldn’t just explain what was really going on to Fu Shuo.

Seeing that he had not yet...