"You still laugh, but taking such risks cannot be a long-term strategy."
Seeing Chen Ping so heavily injured yet still smiling so brightly, Ran Qiuye felt an inexplicable heartache, unable to help but scold, "Now, you have high authority, the safety of the southern lands rests upon you, no matter what, you must preserve your usefulness.
Even if you win ten times or a hundred times, as long as you lose once, we'll have no hope left."
After contemplating, the middle-aged beauty restrained her anger, ultimately decided to suppress her temper, speaking a sentence.
"Master Qiuye is absolutely right."
Chen Ping bowed his head in acknowledgment but did not refute.
He knew Master Qiuye's heart was in the right place.
Surely, she has also noticed that her precious daughter is fully invested in him, and it's impossible to pull her back.
No matter whether satisfied or not.
Such a son-in-law is like finding a needle in a haystack.
