This hall is so winding and twisting, it makes one's head hurt, coupled with those thickly scented incenses, Xiao Ji frowned incessantly.
However, he still silently memorized the route they took in his mind.
He didn't like studying when he was young; first, because his father forced him too much and he had a rebellious mindset, and second, because seeing those dense words really made his eyes and head hurt.
Afterward, he plunged into the Military Camp and never went back to studying.
His mind wasn't actually dull. As long as it wasn't about studying, he basically never forgot anything he saw, and he could remember most of what he heard.
This gave him a distinct advantage on the Battlefield.
But no matter how many victories he secured, he couldn't change the fact that he was a rough person. He once privately thought he was unworthy of someone like Qin Fengwan, a princess skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, as well as being talented and beautiful.
