This was the first time Lin Ziyin had witnessed a hand-to-hand combat in an ancient war with her own eyes, the brutality of it shook her to the core.
"Jue Hui, notify the prince this afternoon. Tell him that I want all dead or injured fire oxen from the battlefield."
"Girl, don't tell me you want to eat beef," Master Hui Zhen asked her suspiciously.
"Master, you truly understand me." Lin Ziyin nodded enthusiastically, not attempting to hide her thoughts at all.
Winter was approaching, and she was getting worried about the shortage of raw materials. Unexpectedly, the enemy had provided her with such abundant supplies. Brilliant!
Thinking of the shiny silver, Lin Ziyin nearly jumped for joy.
Master Hui Zhen too loved good food deep in his bones. Upon receiving the affirmation from Lin Ziyin, he not only did not find Lin Ziyin sleazy but wholeheartedly approved of her idea, "It's a good idea. It's a pity to burn them."