When the assessment was mentioned, Song Tingfan's pupils darkened slightly, but he quickly concealed it. He glanced at the account book in front of her, frowned slightly, then reached out and tossed it aside, "Sleep."
Lin Qiao: "..."
She dared not resist, got up, and went to bed, glancing at the man lying on the straw mat.
Alright, not so frightening after all.
...
The next day, in the military camp.
By this time, the sun had risen, the bright sunlight so sharp that it was hard for people to open their eyes.
The drumming continued for a while.
The assessment began.
Each camp had a different time, the archery camp was in the morning.
Xu Bo and Song Tingfan were evidently among those participating in the assessment.
Song Tingfan glanced around, finally resting his gaze on the two-storied tower where, besides Qin Dewen, there was another person.
Quickly he withdrew his gaze.
