On the military camp's training grounds, the recruits were still sweating profusely.
Bare-chested, Pan Feng carried a wooden stick as he went from one recruit to the next, correcting their movements.
His booming voice echoed across the training grounds; it could be heard from half a mile away.
Qin Lie, Zhou Chang, Chen Hu, Zheng Tu, and Wu Jun stood at the edge of the field, waiting to be assigned tasks.
They were all surrendered generals. Although they had already undergone the Blood Enrollment ceremony in the camp and had their loyalty confirmed by the system, their standing within the territory was still shallow, and they urgently needed merits to prove their worth.
Meanwhile, Ru Mei was leading Guo Caiwei through the corridors of the Lord's Mansion toward the rear courtyard.
"Miss Caiwei," Ru Mei said as they walked, "there aren't many rules in the residence, but there are a few you need to remember.
First, you may not enter the Lord's bedchamber without being summoned.
Second, you may not touch anything in the Lord's study without permission.
Third..."
Guo Caiwei followed behind Ru Mei, listening attentively and nodding from time to time.
Her gaze swept over the surroundings: carved window lattices, green bricks and black tiles, and lush bamboo planted along both sides of the corridor, rustling softly whenever the wind blew.
"Sister Ru Mei," she suddenly asked in a soft voice, "is my lord... easy to get along with?"
Ru Mei's steps paused slightly. She looked back at her, the corners of her lips curling into a faint smile.
"My lord has a good temper. As long as you don't make mistakes, he won't make things difficult for you."
Guo Caiwei nodded, then asked again, "Then... what does he like? What does he dislike?"
Ru Mei thought for