The next day.
The early morning light tinted the sky purple.
Outside the tent, the Jiang wind howled, causing the tent fabric to flap loudly.
Swish swash.
The water vapor steamed up under the misty sunlight.
Long Eying wrung out a damp towel and draped it over the edge of the basin, Liang Qu casually smeared it on his face and massaged himself, becoming fully awake, "No need to bother with minor issues, why not let the military men outside handle it?"
"I like it, it's no trouble."
"I should have brought Long Yao and Long Li along."
"Am I not doing as well as they would?"
"Looking for trouble now, aren't we?"
"Lord! A letter from Prefectural Governor Xu!"
A military man outside the tent interrupted loudly.
Liang Qu called him inside and opened the envelope to read on the spot.
