The alley of the Northern Military Department was deathly still. The two crabapple trees in the courtyard had long since shed all their flowers, but in the past two days, they had accumulated some snow, making it seem like a sea of flowers had been reborn.
Zhou Tong stood under the crabapple trees, looking at the kneeling subordinate giving his report. Rather annoyed, he asked, "Do I even need to be especially informed of such trivial matters?"
The subordinate was quite perplexed, thinking, the match between Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng is, without doubt, the final major event of the year. Why is Your Excellency so completely indifferent to it?
"Since life or death is not decided there, it's a trivial matter."
Zhou Tong shared the exact same opinion as Tang Thirty-Six. Saying this, he turned and headed back to his room, no longer concerning himself with this matter.
