The Staff Officer sniffed the scent of an upcoming storm in his brief utterance, his heart sinking subconsciously, followed by an irrepressible frenzy.
He suppressed the excitement in his tone and looked at him with an inquiring gaze, "Then, what shall we do with the Garrison Commander, my lord?"
The Prefect, with a cold sneer, picked up the teacup and brought it to his lips for a sip, speaking slowly, "For now, let's not act rashly. The Garrison Commander has traveled a long way here; we should properly perform our duties as hosts."
After pondering for a moment, the Staff Officer also smiled, his tone flattering, "What you've said is true, my lord. We might as well cater to his preferences first, testing the waters before we proceed. If Lord Shen is sensible, he could indeed be won over to serve you. After all, Lord Shen does have a rather decent face; it would be a pity to waste it, wouldn't it?"
