Although the army's supplies seemed scarce, the banquet that evening was still lavish. Before night fell, a platform was set up on the open ground in front of the main tent. On the platform were two seats, while mats and low tables were placed on both sides below it.
This time, Zhao Hanzhang's seat was arranged at the very end.
Even with Mr. Ji's usual composure, his expression turned grim. Zhao Hanzhang, however, was smiling cheerfully and had time to console Mr. Ji, "This position is just right. We are here to observe; we just need to listen to their arrangements."
Mr. Ji's expression slightly improved, but he still couldn't help remarking, "What if they make us the vanguard and send us to our deaths?"
Zhao Hanzhang replied with deep meaning, "That would require them to have the courage."
They all underestimated her because she was a woman—how brave would they have to be to give such an important position as the vanguard to her?
