Shangguan Ling returned to the Governor Mansion with a sullen face.
Having followed the Grand Commander for many years, through wind and rain, the Brocade Spring Saber never left his hand, never suffered a defeat.
Yet this time, he lost absurdly, silently.
If not for Han Ci's reminder, he probably wouldn't have even realized it.
Simply ridiculous!
"Oh, in a rage, lost a fight, huh?"
As he passed by a small garden, a teasing voice suddenly came from above his head.
No need to look to know it was Meng Lang.
One look confirmed it was him indeed.
Meng Lang lay crooked on a tree branch, with one leg bent, the other swinging idly in the air.
He held a crisp, sweet, juicy peach in his hand, taking big bites.
"You've eaten all the peaches in the mansion!"
Shangguan Ling said irritably.
Meng Lang said nonchalantly, "Is the mighty Governor Mansion too poor to afford peaches?"
Shangguan Ling chuckled, "Didn't hear that as Commander, I can't stand your smug face?"
