When the old general heard the sound, he immediately burst into laughter.
"The young master has arrived!"
The old general stood up to greet them while speaking to the officers and soldiers present.
When everyone heard this, no one sat there quietly anymore. Everyone stood up and followed the old general to welcome Ling Xue's arrival.
As soon as they walked out of the hall, everyone saw the noble figure of Young Master Shen strolling towards them.
The soldiers, led by the old general, saluted and greeted him: "Greetings, young master!"
"No need to formalize, everyone!" Ling Xue bowed to everyone present in return.
Now these people were not only convinced in words, but also in their hearts.
Apart from anything else, the young master's respect for the virtuous and humble is truly remarkable, no less so than that of a wise ruler. They have nothing to be dissatisfied with; in terms of ability and prestige, the young master is one of the best among all the heroes in the world.
Moreover, when they looked up, although the young master had a gentle expression, they could inexplicably sense a sense of majesty, which was probably the pressure from the superior.
It has to be said that some people are born to be masters. Even if they themselves are considered to be above everyone else, they still feel ashamed in front of the young master.
Ling Xue walked into the conference hall while greeting the old general, Zhao Weiqing and other familiar soldiers. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, but there was no sense of strangeness at all, which made the other soldiers envious.
They also wanted to chat more with the young master, but they couldn't find any topics to talk about, or they couldn't get a word in, so they could only listen and worry anxiously from behind.
Ling Xue would not only focus on those senior generals, she would also occasionally greet other participants.
Although Ling Xue didn't say much, she gave people a feeling of importance. The young master didn't talk much, but he often looked at her. What did this mean? It meant that the young master valued her!
Anyway, Ling Xue's appearance at this military council left a very good impression on these generals, and everyone thought that Ling Xue cared about themselves the most.
Although many of their suggestions were rejected by Ling Xue, it was amazing that they were not angry at all, but rather convinced.
Some even spontaneously found reasons for Ling Xue's actions: they all believed that the young master agreed with their joint attack on the capital, but that he had too many concerns and couldn't do as he pleased. It really wronged her!
Zhao Weiqing was stunned by the attitudes of these generals. How could there be such a big change?
The old general snorted coldly when he saw Zhao Weiqing's surprised look. If he wasn't afraid of delaying the young master's business, he would definitely scold these warriors severely.
Why? Isn't his opinion exactly the same as the young master's?
Why do you act like puppets when the young master talks, nodding your heads in response to his words? And when he says the same thing, you stick your necks out and argue with him. It's so infuriating!
After the meeting, only the old general and Zhao Weiqing were left to have dinner with Ling Xue.
The old general complained his inner thoughts several times in dissatisfaction. Zhao Weiqing laughed secretly in his heart. How can your old face that looks like a door god be compared with the jade face of the young master?
Apart from anything else, listening to the young master speak is like a pleasure, but listening to the old general speak is a torture!
In the final analysis, this is the art of language. Although Ling Xue is not good at it, she is much better than these straightforward generals.
Ling Xue had no choice but to take good care of the old general.
