Song Qizheng finished speaking and looked at Song Xian.
A thousand troops, exchanged for peace of mind, can also lessen some guilt? Song Xian met Song Qizheng's gaze: "The court's decree states that I will take over the troops, the Song Family's one thousand men are among them, but if there are confidants of the National Guardian General within the Deputy General and military leaders, the General could pass me the paperwork early.
Since I've taken over Baimaling, military affairs are no longer the concern of the National Guardian General."
Song Xian's words were clearly pointed, cautioning him not to interfere in the matters of Baimaling in the future, so presumptuous and arrogant…
Song Qizheng was just about to take the tea bowl from the table when he heard this and furrowed his brow, anger rising, and he said: "I don't know whose temperament you've inherited."
