Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

"Impossible! This battle report is fake!" Mao Erlang exclaimed in disbelief.

One of the assistant commanders couldn't help but say, "If it's true, then if Assistant Commander Zhou were given 10,000 troops of the Devouring Fiends, wouldn't that be enough to annihilate 100,000 Devouring Fiends? Annihilating ten times the enemy is outrageous. It's definitely a fake battle report."

"That's outrageous. Is it a forged battle report? It seems that Commander Zhou has a history of such a crime."

The three elders immediately grabbed the battle report excitedly and said, "Madam, Zhou Qingfeng is incredibly audacious! This is clearly a forged battle report. Even a fool could see that this is impossible."

Even Butler Qiu awkwardly turned his head and touched his brow, feeling ashamed for his disciple. This boasting went a bit too far. Even if you're exaggerating the battle results, you can't be this outrageous. Even your master is blushing.

"If Zhou Qingfeng fabricated the battle report and exaggerated the results, I will punish him severely. But if the battle report is true, I will reward him handsomely." The First Lady walked out of the council chamber with her hands behind her back, expressionless.

Upon seeing this, the many assistant commanders immediately made way.

As the First Lady walked out of the council chamber, a smile finally appeared on her lips. She said in a low voice, "Good lad, you either don't make a move at all, or you make such a big one. Well, I don't mind adding fuel to the fire."

The assistant commanders remained standing in the council chamber, still discussing the battle report.

"Young Master Mao, do you think this battle report is fake?"

Mao Erlang put his hands behind his back and pouted, "Why are you asking me? If I were Zhou Qingfeng, I couldn't have achieved this kind of record. You should ask Steward Qiu. Zhou Qingfeng is his apprentice, he must know the details."

After saying that, Mao Erlang left first.

All the assistant commanders looked at Steward Qiu.

The three elders, shameless as ever, stepped forward to inquire.

Butler Qiu interrupted in advance: "Sun-shooting Assistant Commander, Star-shining Assistant Commander, and Cool Moon Assistant Commander, if the three of you are asking about Zhou Qingfeng, I'm afraid I know nothing about him either. He didn't tell me anything."

She Ri, Xing Yao, and Liang Yue are all elders of the first clan, each in charge of a collateral family. They don't get along with their wives, and they even mess with their own disciples. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell them.

The three elders, Sun, Star, and Moon, exchanged a glance, chuckled awkwardly, and left.

All that's left are Commander Tang, Commander Song, and Commander Zhu.

These three men all climbed up the ranks by clinging to Ma Dalang and Mao Erlang, their foundations were shallow.

However, their cunning, methods, and abilities far surpass those of the three elders who were treated like pigs.

Butler Qiu bowed to them, then quickly left with his hands behind his back.

Zhu Fushuai, Song Fushuai, and Tang Fushuai exchanged a glance and hurriedly chased after Steward Qiu, asking, "Chief Steward Qiu, can you give me a hint: is the battle report true or false?"

Butler Qiu smiled faintly: "The three assistant commanders have asked very good questions. Zhou Qingfeng is my apprentice. Of course I have to tell you the truth. Would I possibly harm my own apprentice?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Fushuai laughed heartily: "Oh, Chief Steward Qiu is so humorous."

"Yes, yes, that's so funny. Let's have a meal together. It's been so long since we've gotten together." Tang Fushuai and Song Fushuai secretly thought that he was a cunning fox, but they kept praising Butler Qiu.

There was nothing they could do; after all, he was the lady's number one lackey, wielding immense power.

……

At the Ma family mansion, a young girl dressed in green stands outside the Ma family ancestral hall.

The little girl in green asked, "Young Master Ma, are you awake?"

Silence, stillness.

A moment later, Ma Dalang's voice came from the coffin placed in the ancestral hall.

"Sima Yan, you've changed bodies again?"

Sima Yan reached out and looked at her delicate palm, then chuckled, "Hmm, I got tired of my previous body and suddenly wanted to be a girl, so I'll try a girl's body."

"...You're playing a really weird game."

Sima Yan covered his mouth and chuckled: "You flatter me, you flatter me. Life is all about experiences."

"Sima Yan, am I fucking praising you? Damn it, you pervert, I'm not even as perverted as you when I play zombie games. I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you. I can't find any information about Qiu Qianchi. There's no such person in the military. That person must have used a fake name."

When serious matters were brought up, Sima Yan was no longer as carefree as before, and instead became somewhat hesitant: "Um, Young Master Ma, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"

After another silence, a voice came from inside the coffin: "Tell me the bad news first, and save the good news for later."

Sima Yan said quietly, "The bad news is that Zhuxian Village is gone."

"What!?" With a bang, the coffin lid was overturned again by Ma Dalang, who rushed out angrily, grabbed Sima Yan by the collar with one hand: "You ruined three years of my hard work, and you still dare to come back? Are you really not afraid of death?"

Sima Yan, with his feet dangling in the air, calmly said, "Young Master Ma, I'm a man who values ​​the spirit of contracts when I work."

"Since I'm working for you, you have to pay me after I get the job done."

“Even if the job can’t be done, you still have to pay. You can’t delay paying your workers’ wages.”

"Damn it." Ma Dalang laughed angrily: "I advise you to hurry up and tell me what the good news is, or I'm afraid I'll strangle you."

Sima Yan said with a grin, "The good news is that I'm back alive. Nobody knows that you're the mastermind behind Zhuxian Village. I can still work for you. Aren't you happy, Young Master Ma?"

Ma Dalang was so angry that he was trembling all over, and then he laughed in anger: "Hehehehe... I'm happy, I'm super happy, can't you see? I'm laughing so hard that tears are coming out of my eyes."

Three years of hard work vanished, and Ma Dalang was so angry he wanted to kill someone.

However, Ma Dalang did not lose his mind, nor did he intend to kill Sima Yan.

Because Sima Yan was indeed a talented person with both wisdom and courage, and most importantly, he was loyal, especially to money.

They would rather risk being killed than not come back for their wages.

Such a high-quality worker, even Ma Dalang wouldn't bear to kill him.

Ma Dalang released his grip, sparing Sima Yan's life: "Live, and continue to work for me."

Sima Yan landed on both feet, straightened her collar, and slowly reached out her hand with a sweet smile: "Since Boss Ma is not going to kill me and intends to continue employing me, then please pay me my wages from last month."

Ma Dalang couldn't help but roar wildly, "Go to hell with your wages! I'm already being lenient by not killing you, and you still dare to lick my boots and ask me for money? Do you want to die?!"

In the end, Ma Dalang still paid Sima Yan a sum of money, not much, just 100,000 coins.

There's nothing we can do; Sima Yan is a man who values ​​money more than his life.

Sima Yan took the money and chuckled, "Boss Ma, just let me know if you need anything. I'm on call 24/7. For example, I can handle anything, like finding out Qiu Qianchi's identity and killing him."

Ma Dalang snorted coldly: "Hmph, take a break for now. Who said I was going to kill Qiu Qianchi? I'm going to find out who this Qiu Qianchi is. If I can bring her under my command, she will surely help me achieve my goal of becoming the hegemon in the future."