The aide finally couldn't hold back any longer.
He stepped closer and urged the Young General in a low voice.
"Young General, this won't do..."
The young man's face fell at once. He didn't want to lose face in front of the "kindred spirit" he'd only just met, so he put on a fierce look, knitted his sword-like brows, and asked the aide in displeasure, "Why won't it do? This isn't allowed, that isn't allowed—are you the general, or am I?"
The aide was rendered speechless. If it had been anyone else, he could have argued back, but not with the young man before him.
He had no idea what the young man's background was. Though he seemed foolish, he was already remarkably capable at such a young age, and the commander, who valued talent, had taken him in as an Adopted Son.
The commander was extraordinarily indulgent toward this Adopted Son he'd acquired along the way. As long as the young man didn't commit some fundamental offense, it was other people who got punished. He was so doted on that even the commander's own sons had to take a back seat. Anyone who saw it couldn't help muttering that something fishy was going on.
The aide hadn't even been assigned to assist the young man.
He was mostly there to "keep an eye on him," "keep him company," and "make sure the Young General gets his way." Even this job of escorting provisions had come about because the young man had complained of being bored and wanted to go out for a change of scenery.
Tsk, tsk. He couldn't afford to offend him!
The aide immediately fell silent and stopped trying to interfere.
Shen Tang vaulted onto the supply vehicle with one hand.
The young man laughed. "Mama, what