"Sir..."
Zhao Douan calmly asked, "Where is the person?"
"In the main hall, Ke Rou is with them."
Zhao Douan nodded his head, parted the crowd, and led them through the bustling central courtyard, passing by the already bare pear tree with only branches remaining, and suddenly saw the doors to the hall wide open.
The main seat at the long table in the hall, which was typically reserved for meetings and belonged solely to Zhao Douan, was currently occupied by a woman military general sitting boldly and upright.
Her skin, slightly reddened and darkened from years of exposure to the sun, exuded a killing aura nurtured in the military; she was not in uniform but simply dressed in gender-neutral clothing, with soft armor faintly visible underneath.
At the moment, she sat with her legs crossed, her eyes closed slightly, a long horse lance lying across the table in front of her, its tip glinting coldly.
"Sir!"
