Jiahao’s expression hardened, his eyebrows furrowing into a deep frown. His face remained stoic, seemingly impervious to your words and expression, as if he were untouched by it all.

It could be a charade, concealing his escalating anger. A deliberate effort to restrain his emotions. It had become a ritual for him, after all—observing your defiance.

"One more word, and you'll be court-martialed, soldier," Jiahao shot you a withering glare, still seated in his commanding chair.

His verdict was absolute. He would not permit you to partake in the forthcoming battle against the enemy kingdom. You were too precious for that.