It's said that the Prime Minister Song's mouth is a deceitful one. Qingcheng Marquis, having never dealt with him, always thought it was an exaggeration, but now he realizes.
This tongue must have been forged and tested through countless trials.
What kind of words is he saying?
Qingcheng Marquis nearly choked on his own old blood.
Clearly holding the token, his odds were great, but now, ha.
"...You know, those who enlist and fight, if luck favors them, they earn military merits and get promotions. But to put it bluntly, it's like living with one's life tied at the waist." Song Zhiyuan continues to 'criticize himself,' apologetically saying: "If that child is lucky, he returns whole for marriage, but if he's missing any limbs, well truly... alas."
He picked up the teacup, took a sip, giving Qingcheng Marquis some space to 'digest.'
