"Come in," came a calm voice from within.
Lin Xuan pushed the door open and entered. The study was not large; bookshelves occupied three entire walls, while at the center, an extremely young-looking man sat with his head lowered, handling official documents.
He wore neither armor nor an official robe, nor did he exude any imposing air. He was dressed only in a simple blue-green scholar's robe.
Official papers were piled high across the desk. Without lifting his head, the man reviewed them as he spoke. "Wang Yi."
"Here, sir." Wang Yi stepped forward and cupped his hands in salute.
Without looking up, Li Baisheng said coldly, "Your father wrote to me a few days ago, asking me to discipline you properly."
Wang Yi's face instantly went pale, his eyes darting about wildly.
The man continued reviewing the documents, his tone even.
"I hear that over a courtesan, you nearly angered your father to death?"
Wang Yi's face flushed crimson. He wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
"This student knows his mistake."
At last, the man set down his brush and raised his head, his gaze falling upon Wang Yi's face.
With that single glance, Wang Yi felt as though he had been seen through completely.
"Since you know you were wrong, get the hell to the Drill Ground and practice your spear."
As though granted a pardon, Wang Yi backed out in a near panic.
The study fell silent again. Only then did the man's gaze slowly settle on Lin Xuan.
Their eyes met, and Lin Xuan's heart gave a slight jolt.
They were a pair of extraordinarily distinctive eyes—calm, deep, and profoundly compelling.
Commander-in-Chief Li looked at Lin Xuan and slowly said, "You are Lin Xuan?"
"This student is."
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