Zhang Feng was stunned for a moment.
The voice sounded familiar, but he definitely had not seen the scar-faced youth before him.
At that moment, he was holding the Marshal's Seal in his hand.
Could it be?
Trepidation arose in Zhang Feng's heart.
Yan Wanqing sneered, "You blockhead, after so many years, you haven't improved one bit. Even if you've forgotten my voice, you should recognize this Marshal's Seal."
"You, you are!" Zhang Feng was flabbergasted.
Yan Wanqing shook her head in disdain, "I really don't know how, after all these years, you managed to become a Deputy General."
Zhang Feng's underling, the head constable Chang, frowned, unable to watch this farce any longer: "This is Princess Anping, our Commander-in-chief."
Back when Yan Wanqing was still in the camp, Zhang Feng was just a lowly soldier, not very bright, and, to make matters worse, he was both stupid and nasty.
He always looked down on Yan Wanqing for being a woman, and often tripped her up.