Zhang An left quickly and returned just as fast.
When he came back, he saw Jiang Jiamian seated at his desk, the imperial edict clenched tightly in his hand. One hand supported his forehead, his posture tense, his expression clearly troubled.
"General? What's wrong?" Zhang An asked cautiously. "What did the edict say?"
Jiang Jiamian let out a slow breath and handed the edict to him directly. "Is the man dead?"
Zhang An shook his head. "No. When you gave the order, I know you only meant to teach him a lesson."
"Hm."
Jiang Jiamian nodded, seemingly satisfied. "You really are a member of the Jiang family. You understand me best."
Zhang An's eyes flickered slightly. "After all, we've known each other since childhood…" As if realizing his words had crossed a line, he quickly cupped his hands and bowed. "This subordinate has spoken carelessly. Please forgive me, General."
Jiang Jiamian couldn't help but glance at him.
