The Prefect deliberately allowed those people to joke around for a while before he put on a stern face and feigned displeasure to yell and stop them, "You rascals! It's one thing to jest in private, but who gave you permission to be disrespectful toward the Garrison Commander? Are you tired of living?"
"We acknowledge our wrongdoing," the crowd replied with laughter, slowly ceasing their discussions. However, the way they looked at Mingshu was still filled with suggestive curiosity.
The Prefect turned to look at Mingshu, his face bearing a hint of apology, "Lord Prefect, please forgive us. These ruffians spend all year in the military camp and rarely see a woman, so they momentarily lost their composure. They haven't offended you, have they?"
As he spoke these words of apology, his eyes held no real guilt, but rather the hint of someone looking forward to a good show.
