Zhi Jin has been imprisoned in the Cold Palace, and the matter is thus concluded.
Rong Si walks ahead, observing Yue'er rejoicing around Long Yue, feeling a bit more curious about this child.
"Who has the keen sense of smell? It's more sensitive than a dog's nose!"
Rong Si said with a smile.
Long Yue quickly bragged about Yue'er: "My little brother has no other skills, just a keen nose, but it's a pity that he was so shocked as a child that he can't speak. Now, it's difficult to find him a proper job."
Rong Si replied: "As long as he has skills, where can you not find work? If you can't find one, why not let him join the Imperial Army? He will surely find a place to showcase his talents!"
Long Yue looked bashful: "How many people dream of joining the Imperial Army? Unfortunately, my little brother doesn't have that fortune!"
