"Lord, the enemy is approaching the Dragon Bone Great Wall. Are you sure that wall can withstand the Imperial Cavalry, especially if some of them are equipped with Martial Helmets?" After learning that the Imperial Tax Officer and the expeditionary army were closing in, the old housekeeper Batesin rushed over from Bailu County.
The Lord, who was rarely seen in public, was leisurely seated in the newly repaired corridor of the Lord Mansion.
Hongling was serving at his side, providing wine and newly picked fruits, embodying the demeanor of a refined dandy with half-closed eyes, holding a glass of freshly frothy beer in his right hand, while deftly popping a cherry into his mouth with the other.
"Rest assured, Batesin, haven't you heard the song that goes, 'The Great Wall never falls?' " Yue Jinghua said with a smile, although her Spiritual Sense had already galloped to places tens of miles away.
