Chen Long's face showed a flicker of pain and hesitation. After a long pause, he spoke in a low voice: "Chu Madam."
Meng Qianqian froze in place.
Chu Madam… She is actually Chu Madam.
She had suspected it before, but suspicion was one thing—hearing it confirmed from Chen Long's mouth was entirely another.
No wonder she wasn't a daughter of the Chu Family yet knew it so well, not to mention her understanding of the Twelve Guards.
Everything seemed to make sense, except… her unnervingly intimate familiarity with warfare.
Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, her thoughts a chaotic whirlwind.
She forced herself to calm down, bit by bit.
This alone was shocking enough, but she hadn't expected Chen Long wasn't finished. His next words left Meng Qianqian, who had barely begun to regain her composure, thunderstruck all over again.
"She is also one of the Chu Grand Marshals."
Meng Qianqian was utterly petrified.