ung and already able to fight Zheng Zhaoyang to a standstill. Five years from now, ten years from now, twenty years from now, what will it be likeMore terrifying than his demonstrated combat strength...In the Dong Hua Pavilion, Chong Xuan was eloquently discussing something with someone.

But then I heard Qi Jun sneer, “Boy, you're exaggerating. How old are you How dare you say you worry about the world”

At this point, it had become quite strict.

Jiang Wang thought to himself, this Qi Jun's mood swings were too quick, it was truly like accompanying a tiger.

But the fat man beside him shouted with all his might, "Although this boy is young, he commanded the troops on the front lines, quelled the threats from the border regions, and expanded the territory of Qi by three counties!"

"Though I am unintelligent, I still feel grateful for the country's kindness and am willing to serve the country, regardless of life or death!"

"Though the boy is chubby, he is loyal to the state. He leads from the front, bearing many wounds, and for your Majesty, he beheads enemy generals and captures their flags!"

He said, and with a sweep of his robe, he was about to reveal the arrow wound in his abdomen from when he had slain the general and captured the flag.

At that time, the arrow went deep into his body. Heavy Xuan was angry at the moment and pulled it out, making the wound even more terrible.

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I could faintly hear Qi Jun's laughter.

Jiang Wangyi couldn't help but turn his head to look.

But seeing Chong Xuan's body tremble with flesh, the once ghastly wounds were momentarily indistinguishable, appearing quite inconspicuous.

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...Zhong Xuan was still trying his best to dig out the fat meat, hoping to make it clearer...

"Your Majesty," Chong Xuan Sheng said without a shred of embarrassment, "This humble one is plump and has suffered injuries, making it hard to see. Comrade Jiang Wang also participated in the Yangdi flag capture. Please have him strip naked so as to restore Your Majesty's memory of that day’s battle!"

Qi Jun's voice was a little strange, as if suppressing a smile: "Okay."

Zhong Xuan Zhu Liang once said, Zhong Xuan Sheng is stronger than Zhong Xuan Zun in his face. Jiang Wang deeply agreed!

Why did he take his clothes off without saying a word Why did he take his own clothes off and still want to take his comrades' clothes off too

Why did I come to the palace with you Just to "strip naked"

However, Jiang Wang had no right to refuse and no opportunity to speak.

He didn't even have to move himself, and naturally eunuchs would come over to take off his shirt.

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Then in the Eastern Hua Pavilion, Qi Jun saw—

A young man stood with his head bowed, never daring to raise his eyes due to the etiquette of an audience.

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But his eyebrows and eyes were clean, slightly handsome, and his face was peaceful. He didn't seem particularly aggressive. Only his lips were slightly pursed, revealing a toughness beneath the surface.

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Above the neck and below the neck, it's like two completely different people.

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Above the neck, it was a handsome young boy.

Below the neck...

Nude and pale, the upper body was covered in scars!

Intertwined!

Cuts, gunshot wounds, sword wounds...

There are new creations, and there are old scars.

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This is a warrior who has fought his way here, blade and gun in hand, not some boy raised under the care of others.

With Qi Jun's keen eyesight, it was naturally clear which injuries were recent.

Especially the blood groove on his abdomen, it was clearly caused by a skilled archer's arrow grazing his flesh, almost splitting his abdomen open. It showed how dangerous the situation had been at the time.

This is far more convincing than the wound on Xuan Sheng that was almost completely covered by fat.

"I bestow upon you a purple robe, for a valiant warrior to wear." The ruler of Qi thus spoke.

At once, a palace maid presented a tray, upon which lay a purple robe bestowed by the Emperor.

And with slender, jade-like hands, she draped a thin, gossamer garment over Jiang Wang, concealing his wounds.

Jiang Wang still did not raise her eyes to look directly at Qi Jun, only slightly bowing her body in greeting: "Your humble servant thanks Your Majesty."

He is now a hereditary baron, so he has the right to call himself "Your humble servant."

The people of Qi valued purple, considering it the most prestigious color.

But the purple robe bestowed upon you by His Majesty is no ordinary garment. It not only symbolizes a certain level of honor, but its very material is impervious to fire and water, and cannot be harmed by ordinary swords and blades.

Wearing it even has a slight effect of condensing primordial energy with acceleration.

But, how else can one say the heart is unfathomable

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