In the military tent, swords were drawn and crossbows tensed as over a dozen armored and weaponed guards burst in.
The Jiang family's youths stood back to back, protecting Jiang Jucai in their midst. In the ancient clan society, these kinsmen were the most loyal.
With an unchanging expression, Jiang Jucai replied, "My father's enemy shall not share the sky with me. Since he dares to speak thus, then I dare to act."
"Very well, very well, I didn't expect Captain Jiang to be such a filial son."
Song Ziyi was furiously incensed, his heart set on murder.
Originally, he didn't want to proactively damage the reputation that the Nanchun Army—that peasant army supported by landlords and aristocrats from all regions—was building. Outsiders couldn't see the brilliance and divine might of their great commander and only heard of Jiang Jucai's renown.
Now someone had even started calling out the title of the Demon Suppression General.