Inside one of the tents, Wei Feng's face was full of self-satisfaction.

"I didn't leave Ning Chen a scrap of face. I thought he would lose his temper, and it turns out the man can swallow a lot."

"No fun in it at all. And here I was waiting for him to lose his temper, so I could take the chance to humiliate him a little."

One of the officers said, "I hear Ning Chen brought only ten thousand men with him this time. This is the main camp. Our people are all around him. What can he do but swallow it?"

Another officer said mockingly, "He's afraid... Still, Ning Chen does know how to read the situation. He didn't dare come at us hard."

"That's because he knows that coming at us hard would only end badly for him."

"That's right. However formidable Ning Chen may be, he has only ten thousand men and horses here... He may be the commander in chief, but so long as we hold together and obey in the open while we defy in private, what is he going to do about us?"

The whole group was congratulating itself when Fang Zhengqing came in.

"Greetings, Supervisor Fang!"

Fang Zhengqing inclined his head slightly and said coldly, "No ceremony!"

Wei Feng's face was full of self-satisfaction. "Supervisor Fang, after we left, wasn't the look on Ning Chen's face very ugly?"

Fang Zhengqing looked at him, and suddenly raised a hand and struck him.

Crack!!!

The ringing sound of the slap left every officer there as quiet as cicadas in the cold.

Wei Feng covered his face and stared at Fang Zhengqing, astonished.

Fang Zhengqing said heavily, "What did I tell you before? Who told you to take it on yourselves to provoke Ning Chen?"

"You're very pleased with yourselves, aren't you? You think you denied Ning Chen his face?"

Everyone there kept his head down and did not dare speak.

Because Fang Zhengqing was the man who truly spoke for the Fifth Prince.

They owed the places they held now to Fang Zhengqing. In their…