The Military Command Building really was a warship.
General Li's office was at the highest point of the warship, but that was not its most important location.
By convention, the Captain's Command Room was usually at the bow.
There was also an exceptionally large office at the bow of the Military Command Building. Unlike General Li's office, it was filled with artworks, flowering branches, and green trees of every kind. It looked like a garden, without a trace of metal anywhere in sight.
Deep within the garden-like hall, a stream flowed slowly past.
At the source of the stream stood a small pavilion, with a guqin inside.
Behind the instrument sat an elegant young gentleman in an old-fashioned white robe.
To find such a scene, and such a gentleman, inside the Military Command Building was truly somewhat inconceivable.
The gentleman was exceptionally beautiful, his brows and eyes like a painting. His lightly pursed lips were somewhat thin, but looked charming rather than mean.
His fingers were long and slender as scallion stalks. Resting on the strings of the guqin, they looked so perfectly suited to it, as though he had been born to be an artist.
The courtyard was silent. Several uniformed subordinates stood beside the stream, watching the scene in the pavilion, too nervous to speak for fear of disturbing his inclination to play.
But in the end, the guqin never made a sound. The gentleman sighed, withdrew his fingers, and said, "Three warships went there. One was hacked with a saber, another stabbed with a sword... how does that sound anything like a warship? It sounds exactly like a pig."
The soldiers had varying numbers of Venus stars on their epaulettes. All were generals, yet none dared offer any rebuttal to this young gentleman's reprimand.
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