Translator: Aran

  White Horse tower.

  "I wonder just what kind of accounting Marquis Ye wants?" Zhang San inclined back on his chair, not concealing the mockery and disdain on his face at all. He looked at Ye Qingyu with a smile that was not a smile.

  The person behind him was Zhao Ruyun, standing as straight as a spear. His lips were also faintly curled.

  As part of the younger generation among the allocation officers of the military supply department, Zhao Ruyun w..