The military advisor's expression faltered slightly, but relief flooded his heart. He had not anticipated that the youth sent by the Xue Family would be so straightforward, saving him much effort. Without delay, he said, "Good, good, I'll write it just like that."
As he lay on the ground, the scion of military merit roared in great anger, "I don't need your pity."
The leader struggled to his feet and declared, "I'm going to Qilin Pavilion too!"
"My responsibility is not yours to bear!"
Being descendants of martial merit, there were always proud and indomitable individuals among them. With someone taking the lead, the rest clenched their teeth, finding it more important to save face than to be stationed at the Cold Palace and Forbidden Palace, especially since they weren't just idle men.
They were truly capable young military officers, coming over because of something Yuwen Lie had said.