Outside, there was a bleak snowstorm.
Jiang Li wore a coat of silver armor, frozen blood still stuck to it. He had his hands cupped together, bowing forward with a resolute expression.
The last time he had mentioned his desire to retire from his duties, he had been thrown into prison by Yuwen Xiu.
What about now?
What would Tantai Xuan do?
Jiang Li's mind was racing with thoughts.
Tantai Xuan observed Jiang Li for a long time.
Then, he smiled a carefree smile.
"Brother Jiang must be very tired."
Tantai Xuan sighed. He was the descendant of a military family and had continued to uphold his family's honorable military traditions. In truth, Tantai Xuan could tell that Jiang Li was a lazy person by nature. He was someone who enjoyed peace and quiet, who enjoyed being carefree.
He loved quietly sitting on a small stool, sipping on a bowl of delicious chicken soup.
