Song Jinghuan clenched his fists and stood up. "Little General Meng, I didn't delay everyone's work."
She did not deny her relationship with the Duchess, so Meng Linyan was even more certain of her guess. She glanced at Yue Zhu.
The latter understood and berated, "The general and I saw the whole scene from outside, yet you still dare to quibble. Men, drag him away!"
Meng Linyan raised her hand. "There's no need to hit him. After all, he's the Duchess's subordinate. However, since he's in the wrong, he has to be punished. From today onwards, you can clean the stables."
In order to prevent the warhorses from falling sick, they needed someone to clean up the feces in the stables every day. Being dirty and tired was not the main point. Now that the weather was getting hotter, the smell there was the most uncomfortable.
After saying that, Meng Linyan looked at her coldly, as if she was waiting for her to offend her superior so that she could punish her.
