***This scene happened on the night after General Jiang returned from apprehending the fugitives.***
It was a cloudy night, murky with thick dark, heavy clouds swirling by. It was unknown how hard the rain would fall on the later part of the night. Fortunately, General Jiang had finished reporting to the Emperor. His slender and muscular build was clad in a black brocade robe with intricate, gold embellishment, hem flowing briskly like wind, mellowing the bloodthirst emanated from his body and curbing his rigid temperament.
General Jiang had always hated to wear such complicated and gorgeous robes, even though Fu Jia, the head servant of his residence, kept on gushing how handsome he was when he dressed up.
Come on, he's a soldier. What kind of soldier would care about what they wore? Before you could flick your sleeve to brush the draggy cloth away, your head would have been cut by the enemy's blade.
