Understanding dawned on Ye Qianning's face. She gave him two more pats before pulling her hand back.
"You have to put in a good word for me with General Xiang. I practice my saber techniques at home sometimes, too," Qian Zhuye said with a serious expression.
'This is bad.'
Ye Qianning felt a sense of foreboding. 'The boy is serious. It would be fine if he were from any other family, but I really don't want to provoke Qian Fanji's nephew.'
'Besides, if Qian Fanji found out I'd incited his nephew to join the army, he would surely come after me.'
"You absolutely can't forget," Qian Zhuye urged when Ye Qianning fell silent.
"Okay, okay. When I have the time, I'll put in a good word for you," Ye Qianning said, her tone dismissive.
"Hmph. What's there to brag about a mere boorish general for?" Sang Rui shoved Qian Zhuye aside and stood in front of Ye Qianning.
