"Sister Bing, you're overthinking. It won't happen, trust me."
Qin Tian looked at Fan Bing, as if swearing an oath.
Fan Bing nodded to Qin Tian, that's good, she whispered: "I don't mind how many women you marry, but if you don't marry Murong Fei and Lu Qing, you will be letting them down…"
Her voice was very quiet, so quiet that only she could hear it, but Qin Tian, who was close, still heard it.
"Sister Qing..."
Qin Tian silently recited this name, and for a moment, took a deep breath, then got up, walked to the window, looked up at the distant Ming Yue, and whispered: "I wonder, in Zhonghai, is Sister Qing also looking at this moon at this moment? Is she thinking of me?"
Knock knock!
A personal soldier knocked on the door, came in from outside, interrupting Qin Tian's thoughts, and respectfully said: "Sir, the Ministry of War sent someone to notify, there is an emergency meeting."
"So late, a meeting at the Ministry of War?"
