Translator: Aran

  On the returning path back, Ye Qingyu’s mood was much better.

  “I really can’t understand, Zhao Ruyun and those other people, why can’t they just properly perform the role of a military officer? Why must they cause such a ruckus, and make people hit their faces?” Ye Qingyu shook his head. “Do they really have pig brains? Every soldier should be clear on what the role of a patrolling sword envoy is, yet they must come and incite me…”


  Because of such peo..