The Hundred Households.
The office that should have belonged to Zhou Xiangyang had now been brazenly claimed by Pei Shaoqing.
Lu Households Commander had sent word through Sun Youliang, tacitly allowing him to sideline Zhou Xiangyang. Therefore, Pei Shaoqing had to be ostentatious and domineering to boost his subordinates' morale and loyalty.
Otherwise, if the very man leading this insubordination appeared to lack confidence, how could the brothers under him dare to follow him down this dark path to the very end?
Pei Shaoqing was buried in his work. His dear sister, Ye Hanshuang, stood behind him with a sword in her arms, while his intern concubine, Zhao Zilan, gently fanned him with a silk fan.
"Young Master, you've been busy for a long time. Would you like some tea to rest for a bit?" Zhao Zilan asked in a soft, quiet voice.
Ye Hanshuang found this woman to be a real eyesore. 'She's always buzzing around my brother, her intentions written all over her face.'
