Dongyang looked up at the sky silently. Now that's some ambition, inviting someone over specifically to lose so you can satisfy the desire to win. Unbelievable.
"What's a mahjong partner? Is it difficult?" The Deputy Commander admitted his limited knowledge, unable to understand.
"Not difficult, not at all." Mu Shaoling patted his shoulder.
Ye Zi'an was coming down from upstairs with a letter in his hand.
"Here, take it back to your master."
"Lord Marquis, my master instructed me to bring someone back, but you're only giving me a letter. I won't be able to fulfill my duty. Please don't make it difficult for me." The Deputy Commander was almost ready to kneel; he knew this person would be hard to invite. Otherwise, his colleagues wouldn't have given him such eerie smiles when he left the capital.
"Take the letter back; once he reads it, he won't blame you."
"Really?" The Deputy Commander was still doubtful.
