"It's my fault! I am guilty! I was wrong! General, please forgive me!"
The man's pleas, accompanied by the 'smack smack smack' of flesh being slapped, echoed within the tent.
Banlai knelt on the ground, a seven-foot-tall man, trembling like a sieve, and his rough hands kept slapping his own face, each slap louder than the last.
The man sitting in front of him, with eyes as sharp as an eagle's, was colder than ever before.
Banlai had never seen, nor could he have imagined, that the General would treat this brother, who had faced life and death alongside him, with such indifference!
Yet, Banlai felt he had no right to harbor even the slightest resentment.
The General had entrusted him with the entire security of the General Mansion, and yet such a big incident happened right under his nose!
When Miss Nalan barged into the General Mansion, he had already failed in his duty.
