"Hold the territory and secure the borders."
"There is no distinction between great and small merit," Zhu Ying replied solemnly.
Seeing Zhu Ying's attitude—courteous and humble—
Mu Ying's eyes were filled with approval as well.
Clearly,
before meeting him, Mu Ying had been extremely curious about Zhu Ying, whose name resounded throughout the realm. He had even imagined Zhu Ying to be a hot-blooded youth, arrogant and full of himself.
But upon meeting him now,
he was greatly surprised.
"Marquis."
"This is my eldest brother, Mu Qing."
"This is my fourth brother, Mu Ang."
"And these are my fifth brother, Mu Chang, and sixth brother, Mu Xin."
Mu Sheng immediately stepped forward and introduced the four men beside him. Their ages differed greatly; the eldest, Mu Qing, was nearly thirty, while the others were around twenty, and the youngest was only in his teens.
"Greetings, everyone."
Zhu Ying smiled and cupped his fists in greeting.
"Greetings, Marquis of Victory."
Mu Ying's sons all looked at Zhu Ying with awe.
Though Zhu Ying appeared amiable and showed not the slightest arrogance, they all knew that he was now the Ming Dynasty's most outstanding general. He had even cut down a hundred men in battle, a figure of terrifying combat prowess.
No one dared show him disrespect.
"Oh, right."
Mu Sheng came back to himself and hurriedly looked behind him.
A stunning woman in a scarlet gown came into view, her entire bearing radiating the valiant spirit of the military.
"Third Sister."
"What are you dawdling in the back for?"
Mu Sheng called out.
Zhu Ying followed his gaze.
The genes in these great families really are good. Every one of them looks exceptional; in later times, they'd all be considered stunning beauties.
*The Xu clan women carry a touch of scholarly