At Your Age, Why Learn to Smirk Crookedly?

Wei He's courtyard was as quiet as ever.

Unlike the sword-drawn tension over at Fortune Tower, only the rustling of bamboo leaves in the night wind could be heard here.

Inside the study.

Wei He was not reviewing official documents. Instead, he sat before a broad desk, copying an ancient landscape calligraphy piece with complete focus, every stroke steady and composed.

After the guards announced him, Xu Changfeng stepped inside. A faint scent of ink hung in the air.

"Lord Wei."

"What is it?"

Wei He did not look up. He merely asked indifferently, the brush in his hand still gliding across the xuan paper, outlining rolling mountain ranges.

"This subordinate... has an urgent matter to report."

Xu Changfeng took a deep breath and recounted everything exactly as it had happened.

"...It was this subordinate's failure of oversight. I mobilized the Demon-Suppression Guards of Xuan Camp without authorization and placed them under Langjiang Jiang's command. If this causes a great disaster, this subordinate is willing to bear all responsibility alone."

Having said that, he deeply lowered his head.

The study fell utterly silent.

After a long while.

Wei He finally stopped writing. He examined his calligraphy, seemingly rather pleased with it, before slowly raising his head to look at Xu Changfeng.

"So, you really were the one who approved the men?"

"..."

For once, Xu Changfeng's face flushed hot.

Thinking about it now, it was rather laughable.

He, Xu Changfeng, had always prided himself on having every pearl of wisdom in his grasp, yet a young girl had muddled his head with just a few words. Possessed as if by a ghost, he had agreed to lend her men.

"This subordinate... is guilty."

Xu Changfeng bowed again, his voice hoarse.

Yet Wei He shook his head. He blew lightly on