Zhao Fan opened his mouth and moved to speak, but a clearing of the throat from Bao Long held him in his tracks. Chuckling slightly instead, Zhao Fan shook his head no, darting his eyes between his two advisors before casting a gaze back on Yu Daoshi.
"No, no. Not at this time... but we do believe you have done well in our service, Daoshi. What is it you ask of us in return?"
"Thank you. I only ask for your continued support. I trust in your wisdom to guide me in the right direction, to provide what is needed. It is from a deep sense of gratitude that I hesitate to ask for anything in particular. The coming months will be trying. Men will die. I shall muster the courage to do what is right in the face of such hardships." She bowed her head in memory of those who had fallen already.