The only remaining Silver Armored Guard was the Emperor's personal army in the imperial capital. Their role was similar to that of the Spy Bureau in Yan State, closely resembling the Imperial Guards of the world Zheng Fan was familiar with.
"Captain, with the great merit we've earned this time, should there be some reward from above?"
Chu Fengjiu picked up a piece of cloud cake, placed it in his mouth, took a sip of cold tea from the teapot, and glanced irritably at the young man standing next to him, saying, "I say, your father is the Commander of the Silver Armored Guard. Why does he care more about merit than us low-born soldiers?"
"It can't be helped. My father is my father, and I'm also under a lot of pressure, with so many eyes on me. Knowing that you have real skills, Captain, I specifically arranged to be under your command to gain some merit."
