All the high-ranking generals in the tent burst into laughter:

"I wonder which young lady has won the general's favor?"

"Our general is a renowned beauty in the Northwest. Even the princesses of the Western Barbarians would gladly offer themselves to him. An ordinary girl would not be worthy of our general!"

"She must be an absolutely stunning beauty!"

"General, tell us what you've got to say! When you come to propose marriage, we brothers will give you a grand welcome!"

Xi, who had been coldly trying to chase away the laughing crowd, suddenly had an idea upon hearing the voice. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh? You really dare to help me steal the bride?"

"Why wouldn't I dare!"

He pinched his chin, a hint of unruliness in his smile: "That's perfect. The woman I admire has lost her elders, and now her servants are becoming greedy and have thoughts of betraying their master. I'm going back this time to support her. Are you coming?"

The crowd shouted excitedly, "Come on! We have to come!"

"She's our general's woman, she's our sister-in-law! If our sister-in-law is being bullied by a servant, how can we tolerate this? He's just a servant, kill him!"

"Yes, yes, help your sister-in-law! Help your sister-in-law!"

The entire tent was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. The young general leaned back in his seat, took the note tied to the pigeon's leg and looked at it. Everyone watched his expression expectantly.

At first, I tried to remain calm but couldn't hide my excitement and smugness as I opened it.

Then, with a smug look on his face, he looked down.

He frowned, still somewhat puzzled and confused.

Then, deep in thought, he pondered and racked his brains for a solution.

Finally, he came up with a solution, made a decision, and let out a long sigh.

Then he stood up.

“Call the army doctor over—” He hesitated for once, and everyone’s eyes were wide with excitement as they stared at him, eager to see what he would say. “Then—call a few more people who can sew.”

"General, why did you call them?"

Xi didn't answer and chased them all out. The crowd was so curious that they were itching to hear what was happening. They circled around a few times, and when they saw the medic and the tailor enter the tent, they immediately went around to the back and pressed their ears against the tent to eavesdrop.

From inside the tent, a hesitant voice could be heard from the general: "...Do you have any medicine?"

The military doctor was so nervous and worried he almost jumped up: "Medicine? Of course I have it, I have all kinds of medicine! General, where are you injured? Let me take a look, this can't just be left untreated, any injury needs to be treated! General, where are you injured?!"

"What's the panic? I'm not hurt anywhere."

"Then, what kind of medicine do you need?"

"Ahem," the general coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment, his voice a little unsteady, "I mean, I want some medicine that can turn my tanned skin white again."

The military doctor overheard the crowd: ? ? ?

No—you, you fucking say it again?

What medicine do you need?!

Inside and outside the tent, a terrifying silence fell. Several lieutenants stared wide-eyed, their eyes bigger than copper bells, as if they were about to faint.

The military doctor's face turned bright red, and after a long while, he stammered, "You...your skin isn't dark at all; it's healthy, much better than those pretty boys in Beijing—"

The general's somewhat annoyed voice rang out: "I need the medicine to turn me white! Do you have any?!"

"...I don't have that kind of medicine here."

"What use are you? Get out!"

The medic was scrambled away, leaving the tailor trembling in fear, while the adjutants huddled even closer together.

This is what the general said:

"Make me some clothes and light armor. Putting aside other functions, the most important thing is that they must highlight the word 'cool'."