Amidst various anxieties, speculations, and unease, the others hesitantly stood up, but they dared not look directly at the general, all hunching over and staring at his feet.
"Do you think I've given you too much time, which is why you have the leisure to argue here?"
Yuwen Sheng's casual remark, even without a particularly strong tone, still shattered their newly established "resilience."
With a "smack," they reflexively knelt down again.
"We dare not, please calm your anger, General."
Zheng Quchi's lips twitched: "..."
Hey, why are you kneeling down again?
And what about her?
Zheng Quchi glanced at Yuwen Sheng with a slightly "bitter" look in his eyes. It was all his fault. He had to ask a question with a question. Wasn't he just trying to scare people?
So she sighed helplessly and prepared to kneel down like the crowd.
Seeing her pitiful expression that said, "I'm unwilling, I'm resentful, but I can't go against the will of the masses," Yuwen Sheng's tone became even harsher: "Who told you to kneel down? Get up!"
Any word he uttered could terrify them; this reprimand-like remark nearly killed them.
Swish, swish, swish—they were covered in cold sweat and hurriedly scrambled to their feet, afraid that if they were even a second too slow, the general would kill them.
The general must be in a bad mood today, no, he should be said to be in a terrible mood. Otherwise, why would he be so abnormal, so abnormal that he doesn't even want people to kneel down and admit their mistakes?
Oh no, is this a sign that they're not going to leave them any way out?
Zheng Quchi blinked and looked at her colleagues, who were so scared they were almost doubled over. Because they were all silent and had their heads down, no one noticed her, the one who didn't fit in.
No, what is Yuwen Sheng planning to do by coming to the warehouse at this time?
Scary?
That's unlikely.
He wouldn't be that bored.
She mouthed the words to him.
Didn't you promise me you wouldn't come looking for me?
Yuwen Sheng understood, and he found it amusing, so he imitated her—"No, I'm not here to find you."
Behind them, Wang Zebang and Wei Yao, seeing the general and his wife exchanging glances in public, wisely avoided looking at them, gazing at the sky and the ground instead.
The thought that the general, to avoid embarrassing his wife by making her kneel, had unusually frightened the craftsmen and laborers in the warehouse half to death made them both want to sigh to the heavens, while the other wanted to laugh.
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