Beiting Huang came out late. Yan Ye sent her to the entrance of the academy in a carriage and went back.
The Iron Blood members had gathered at the door and were waiting for her. When they saw her, they surrounded her and walked in with Beiting Huang in their arms. "Commander, quick, quick, it's too late. We're going to be late!"
The training ground was at the back of the academy. Glancing at the destination that could only be reached by passing through the entire academy, Beiting Huang couldn't help but want to curse. She told Yan Ye to hurry up in the carriage, but he insisted on dilly-dallying. If she was late and caused trouble, she would teach him a lesson!
Yan Ye, who was sitting in the carriage and reading a book, suddenly sneezed. Qiong Qi, who was driving the carriage outside, was so frightened that it asked nervously, "Master, what's wrong?"
"Nothing!" Yan Ye wiped his hands and face with a handkerchief. "There's a kitten cursing!"
