Fu Shen flipped his face around like the page of a book, catching Duan Guihong off-guard. The County Prince’s freshly somewhat-relaxed expression froze on his face in the span of a second. A good while later, he barely managed to hold back his urge to strangle Fu Shen on the spot. “When this Prince had served in the Northern Yan, you were still a newborn baby,” he huffed coldly.

“When I took control of the army, you’d already been raising fish in the Southwest for years,” Fu Shen retorted.