Chapter 1632 – Conquering Nan Sheng, Killing An Huan (Part 44)
“Your Dad”: Do you think you’re still a wobbly toddler that needs someone to point out everything? Some things only become effective when you’ve experienced them yourself and are determined to change. The Federation indeed wants to cultivate you, but if you don’t put in the effort, they won’t be dependent on you. Besides, I’ve retired for many years; I don’t want to meddle in Federation matters anymore.
Jiang Ji: “…”
Well said, she was left speechless.
“Your Dad”: This is indeed your opportunity, but if you can’t seize it, you can’t blame anyone else.
The Old Commander was just like before. Jiang Ji let out a deep sigh, gazing at the starry sky without uttering a word; she really needed to reflect on herself.
“Your Dad”: It’s not all your fault.
After all, she was the one chosen as the heir, and the Old Commander had a lot of patience with Jiang Ji. He understood her strengths and weaknesses.
Being a corps commander was fine; both her hard and soft skills were top-notch. But taking things a step further could turn her original advantages into disadvantages. If Jiang Ji could use this opportunity to reflect properly and strive to correct her faults, her future could be promising.
“What is not my fault?”
“Your Dad”: The roles of the combat corps commander and Federation Marshal are vastly different; it’s normal for you to struggle with that.
Jiang Ji scratched her head, suddenly curious.
“Surely the Old Commander is the most suitable candidate for the next Marshal, right? Even if he’s retired, his qualifications give him the strongest competitiveness. I’ve heard you had to retire for health reasons, but with the Federation’s advanced medicine, isn’t there an incurable disease?”
Jiang Ji suddenly wondered why her old superior gave up on potential advancement?
Even if it were due to a terminal illness, which medical technology could surpass that of the Federation?
Besides, the Old Commander mentioned something about awakening, hinting that her health issues stemmed from that so-called “awakening.”
Perhaps she could find her own path by understanding him better.
“Your Dad”: You really should revisit the history of the Federation’s military.
Jiang Ji got called out and still listened intently.
“Your Dad”: Think about it: of all the Marshals in the Federation’s history, aside from the few early ones, which one came from the combat corps?
Jiang Ji was rendered speechless.
The Old Commander’s double standards were evident; he spoke as if she wasn’t from the combat corps herself.
“Your Dad”: Do you think being a Marshal is that simple? The difference is greater than between a feudal lord and an emperor. A feudal lord only has to think about how to manage their own little piece of land, and it’s fine if they act capriciously at times. But an emperor has to consider the entire realm and its people; every decision must be carefully weighed, as it can affect countless lives. Similarly, a combat corps only needs to fight on the front lines; it’s a knife facing the enemy, while the Marshal is the one controlling the whole situation, managing everything from front to back. The demands aren’t on the same level. If a corps commander needs to score 80 in capability, a Marshal needs to score 100.
Jiang Ji was at a loss for words; she initially thought the Old Commander would dive into some conspiracy theory.
“Listening to the Old Commander makes me even more frustrated.”
“Your Dad”: What are you frustrated about?
Jiang Ji covered her face and said, “Is the Federation trying to force someone with only 80 in capability up the wall?”
“Your Dad”: … If you think that way, then you’re seriously overreacting.
The Old Commander didn’t know what kind of person Jiang Ji was when she first crossed over, but it seemed she had indeed grown a lot.
Any corps commander in the Federation is a rare elite; Jiang Ji’s position and recognition from other commanders demonstrate her excellence. No matter how good one is in combat, it’s not enough; other qualifications have to be top-tier too. Thus, her excellence is unquestionable.
Simply put, what Jiang Ji lacked wasn’t capability, but rather “mindset,” “responsibility,” and “attitude.”
If she could improve on these, after a few years of further nurturing by the Federation, she could basically qualify for the role of Marshal.
For example, when Jiang Ji acted alone this time, although her intention was to reduce guard casualties, she placed herself in a dangerous situation… even if those death warriors couldn’t actually harm her… Regardless, her actions caused concern and trouble for her subordinates.
They genuinely wanted to assist her, yet she treated it so lightly; it was bound to cause incidents sooner or later.
Jiang Ji liked to be “playful”; a little playfulness would make people closer to her, but excessive playfulness would only breed disdain.
If she could correct herself and tone down her bad habits, acting more like a superior in her responsibilities, it could be a blessing in disguise.
After reflecting for most of the day, the Old Commander finally heard Jiang Ji say something.
“Ah, Zixiao must be furious; Old Commander, can you teach me how to appease him?”
“Your Dad”: Go, just go already!
Not learning from experience and not taking lessons, handing such a person to the Federation is a disaster waiting to happen.
Seeing the Old Commander flaring up, Jiang Ji burst into laughter, as if all the gloom weighing on her chest had vanished.
She lay on the long corridor outside her room and slept all night, only to be awakened by the maidservant in the morning.
“How did I end up sleeping out here?”
Jiang Ji blinked sleepily, and the barrage in the live stream instantly sobered her up.
She had forgotten to turn off the live stream last night, and five million idle viewers had been watching her sleep all night; the comments were full of various taunts.
What annoyed her the most was a particular comment.
These idle folks were watching her sleep just to see if she would freeze to death… Where are all the supposed fans?
One by one, they were even more dedicated than haters.
Jiang Ji looked at the comments, and a thought crossed her mind. She rubbed her nose, sneezed, and her eyes quickly filled with mist.
“My head feels a bit dizzy; everything’s spinning while I stand…”
She didn’t like anyone guarding her outside her bedroom while she slept; most were on external watch, so no one noticed she had slept outside. In this freezing weather, if she caught a cold, it would be completely reasonable. Yes, she planned to use the ‘pretend to be sick’ tactic!
Life is all about acting!
Even though Jiang Ji was as strong as an ox and hadn’t been sick her whole life, that didn’t mean she couldn’t fake illness. During her years as a gene warrior, disguise was a mandatory skill for assisting in various assassination missions. With her superb disguises, even the doctors had been fooled.
Wei Ci and the others rushed over immediately upon hearing the news and asked for details.
Jiang Ji certainly wouldn’t mention that she had slept outside at midnight; she simply said she caught a cold during the night.
Initially, Wei Ci and the others were doubtful, but when they saw her face flushed with fever and her eyes filled with fine veins, all words got stuck in their throats.
The idle viewers were left dumbfounded.
Deceiving the little angels, host, doesn’t your conscience hurt?
It turned out that faking sickness and weakness was quite effective. Originally, there were some objections, but everyone was more worried about her now.
“Over a hundred death warriors couldn’t injure a hair on her head, yet she’s bedridden from a night breeze; if the Nan Family in Fenzhou found out, they would surely be so frustrated,” Yang Tao also took a peek and went back to complain to his buddy Yan Lin, “Fortunately, it’s just a regular cold; otherwise…”
