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Wong Ji arrived at Cao Ling's camp entrance, swaggering up to the guards at the front and declaring, "I want to see Lord Cao Ling!" The soldiers behind him stood tall and proud, exuding an air of arrogance. The guards exchanged curious glances, filled with questions: Who is this guy? Why is he so arrogant?
"This is the Shadow Guard's camp; not just anyone can come in here," one of the guards said coldly, a hint of caution in his eyes.
Wong Ji scoffed dismissively, hands on his hips and chest puffed out. "You'd better recognize your place; you'll find out who I am soon enough."
Just as the guards were still puzzled, a powerful voice came from within the tent: "Let him in!"
The guards were taken aback for a moment but quickly stepped aside. Wong Ji walked in with a triumphant smile, striding confidently toward Cao Ling's tent. The soldiers behind him followed suit, as if they had already become the masters of this place.
Upon entering the tent, Wong Ji saw Cao Ling sitting behind a desk, his gaze coldly fixed on him. A barely perceptible smile played on Cao Ling's lips, but there was also an inscrutable depth to his expression.
"Lord Cao Ling, I am here to report on today's operations," Wong Ji said respectfully, though his tone still carried a hint of self-satisfaction.
Cao Ling nodded, gesturing for Wong Ji to take a seat. "Go ahead, how did today's operation go?"
Wong Ji puffed out his chest confidently and replied, "My lord, everything went according to plan. The joint operation between the resistance organization and the Red Flame Army has been completely under our control; this rebellion plan will be a great success. The foolish Red Flame Army has been deceived by my letters and is heading towards Xiyue City. They have no idea it's a trap; once they enter, we can annihilate them all at once."
Cao Ling's gaze remained icy, but a glimmer of approval flashed in his eyes. "Very good, Wong Ji. If this operation succeeds, you will receive your due rewards."
Hearing this, Wong Ji felt even more pleased with himself, ambition shining in his eyes. He knew that his future was bright and that power and glory were beckoning him.
After Cao Ling spoke, he fell silent, leaving an awkward silence hanging in the air. He lowered his head to look at the documents on the table, seemingly ignoring Wong Ji's presence entirely. Wong Ji stood there, hoping for more praise and recognition, but Cao Ling's indifference made him feel a twinge of unease.
Wong Ji's excited expression gradually turned a bit awkward. He cleared his throat, trying to attract Cao Ling's attention. "My lord, is there anything else you need me to do?" he asked cautiously, hoping for more instructions.
However, Cao Ling suddenly looked up, her gaze cold and piercing as if she could see through Wong Ji's soul. "Aren't you leaving yet?" Cao Ling's voice was as cold as ice, tinged with impatience.
Wong Ji felt a jolt in his heart, a chill running down his spine. He knew that Cao Ling's attitude meant he should not say anything more. He forced a smile and bowed respectfully. "My lord, then I will take my leave."
Cao Ling did not speak again, merely nodding as her gaze returned to the documents on the table. Wong Ji felt a wave of disappointment and frustration, but he dared not say anything further and quickly turned to leave the tent. However, just as he reached the door, he suddenly thought of something and stopped in his tracks. Turning back with an air of mystery, he said, "My lord Cao Ling, I actually have better and more important information to share with you."
Cao Ling raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of curiosity and coldness. "Oh?"
Cao Ling looked at the pompous scholar before her with some impatience. Wong Ji was well-groomed and neatly dressed, always wearing a confident smile. However, Cao Ling felt nothing but disdain for him. Wong Ji acted insidiously and deceitfully; on the surface, he appeared upright and selfless, but everything he did was for his own benefit and status.
Cao Ling narrowed her eyes, her gaze filled with indifference and contempt. She knew Wong Ji was a scheming conspirator who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. Though such people were repugnant, they were also useful for orchestrating actions against the resistance organization.
Wong Ji stood there with an upright posture, resembling a noble gentleman. His eyes radiated confidence and ambition, the corners of his mouth slightly raised as if he took pride in the information he was about to reveal.
Cao Ling sighed, feeling a wave of annoyance wash over her. She knew she had to endure this man because Wong Ji's information and plans were crucial for her. No matter how much she loathed him, Cao Ling understood that she had to set aside personal feelings and focus on the bigger picture.
"Speak," Cao Ling said impatiently, her tone laced with coldness and weariness. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to concentrate on what this scholar had to say.
Upon hearing Cao Ling's words, Wong Ji's smile grew even more self-satisfied. He cleared his throat lightly as if preparing for an important speech.
"My lord, I have discovered some very important clues during this operation," Wong Ji said confidently, his eyes sparkling with intelligence.
Wong Ji excitedly explained his discovery to Cao Ling, his eyes sparkling with pride. "Lord Cao Ling, you absolutely won't believe what I found today. In the resistance organization I cultivated, I actually found a descendant of the the Xia Family! That girl named Xiao Yun is a remnant of the previous dynasty."
Cao Ling looked up, his gaze cold as he stared at Wong Ji, but he did not interrupt him. Wong Ji, oblivious to the change in Cao Ling's expression, continued excitedly, "Today, I accidentally saw the mark on her shoulder; it was clearly a symbol of the previous dynasty! This girl must be dealt with as soon as possible."
Wong Ji became increasingly animated, even waving his hands. "My lord, do you know? These remnants of the previous dynasty have been secretly inciting the resistance organization, trying to overthrow our rule. This Xiao Yun will become an important asset for them in the future, a new symbol. If we don't deal with her quickly, there will be endless trouble ahead!"
As Wong Ji passionately expressed his hatred for the previous dynasty and elaborated on his plans, he failed to notice that Cao Ling's expression had turned extremely grim, his eyes glinting with cold light. A terrifying killing intent emanated from Cao Ling, instantly making the atmosphere in the tent oppressive and icy.
Cao Ling's fists were clenched tightly, veins bulging as if he might explode at any moment. His breathing became rapid, and the anger and murderous intent in his gaze grew more evident. Wong Ji remained immersed in his excitement, completely unaware of the danger before him.
"These remnants of the previous dynasty must be completely eradicated!" Wong Ji said loudly, his face filled with hatred.
"Enough!" Cao Ling finally spoke, his voice booming like thunder within the tent. His gaze was sharp as he stared directly at Wong Ji, causing him to feel a chill run down his spine.
Wong Ji paused for a moment, finally realizing something was off with Cao Ling. He took a small step back, unease creeping into his tone. "My lord, you..."
"How dare you speak such words in front of me!" Cao Ling roared, an intense killing intent radiating from him. "Do you think I don't know what you're plotting? Your plan is utterly insignificant to me!"
Wong Ji felt a wave of fear wash over him as his legs trembled slightly. He had never seen Cao Ling so furious and began to doubt whether he had done something wrong.
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