The early morning mist lingered over the river.
The sunlight was obscured by the mist, creating a gloomy atmosphere; the cold river breeze blew past, skimming over the stretch of water.
"So cold, early in the morning, and absolutely nobody comes. I have no idea what Shangguan is up to—what's there to guard? It's more comfortable to stay in bed."
Wang Qing muttered to himself, drawing his thin cotton coat tighter around him. The heavy armor plates felt bone-chillingly cold under the mist, penetrating his robes and reaching his skin.
Having to rise from a warm bed early in the morning to change guard was naturally disagreeable.
But there was no choice, once guard duty was assigned, it became a Military Order.
Military Orders were as immovable as mountains and could not be altered.
"Stop talking nonsense. Right now, our relations with Chu State are tense. I've heard that over in Yangxia County, the fighting has led to mountains of corpses and seas of blood, countless dead.
