"She's cold and indifferent to the Marshal too," an Imperial Guard said animatedly. "She doesn't discriminate, equally cold to everyone."
Chi Jian: "..."
"So," the Imperial Guard continued with enthusiasm, "that means she doesn't like the Marshal, and that means the brothers here might have a chance. We should try to compete for her affection."
"If she doesn't fancy the Marshal, who knows, maybe she might take a liking to one of us?"
Chi Jian was silent for a moment before he uttered, "Go take a good look at yourself in the mirror," and turned to walk away.
At the table, Lu Tong finished examining the arms of the crowded Imperial Guards. The sun had already crossed its zenith.
A zealous Imperial Guard couldn't help but invite her, "It's getting late, Doctor Lu hasn't had lunch yet, has she? The food at the Palace Marshal's Mansion is delicious. Why don't you stay for a meal before leaving?"
