"However, the Star River Medal is currently just a proposal and it has not been decided to be awarded to you..."
After some rambling, Tang Qiao finally found his confidence, and maintaining a calm demeanor again, he dared not look into Ji Xinghe's eyes, but instead chose to look at his jaw.
He reveals his trump card: "The person who sent me here can help you get the Star River Medal."
The expression on Ji Xinghe's face did not waver at all. The opening and closing of his lips made Tang Qiao feel as if he were deflating, with a sensation of his body wanting to collapse toward the ground.
"Can a dead man succeed to the role of a Marshal?"
The expression on Tang Qiao's face was one of utter dumbfoundedness, then turning into extreme shock, and then, for some inexplicable reason, a grin appeared.
"Ha ha ha, of course not."