Lost in her own thoughts, Yan Ning didn't notice Fukang'an entering. "What are you thinking about?"
Yan Ning composed herself and tried to defend Zhao Xing. "This idea was my own, it has nothing to do with Zhao Xing. If you want to punish someone, you should punish me."
“You’re not a member of the military and don’t know the military’s rules, but Zhao Xing is a member of the military and this is a deliberate violation. Who do you think I should punish?” Fukang’an sat next to Yan Ning, looking at her calmly.
"Everyone is equal. Even if he is wrong, it should be judged by everyone, not by you alone!" Yan Ning, who lives in modern times, could not understand Fukang'an's thinking at all.
"Equality for all? What kind of nonsense is that? I am a general, and my word doesn't count. So who does?" Fukang'an looked at Yan Ning, who wore a lake-blue pipa-shaped vest embroidered with plum blossoms, paired with a dark blue gauze skirt and rose-purple satin shoes. In the sweltering summer heat, Yan Ning's attire, while refreshing to behold, was not the typical clothing of Qing Dynasty women.
He gazed at Yan Ning, lost in thought.
Yan Ning felt uneasy under Fukang'an's gaze, vaguely sensing that he doubted her identity.
"Where exactly do you come from?" Fukang'an asked, frowning at his doubts.
"Didn't I tell you? I have amnesia. I don't remember anything, except that my home is in the capital." Yan Ning was somewhat restless, her hands constantly twisting the silk clothes she was wearing.
After returning to the military council tent, Fukang'an recalled Yan Ning's strange words and her nervous expression. He slammed his fist on the table, causing the books to fall to the ground.
"What if she really is a woman of a different race or a member of a cult?"
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