The pattering rain started at noon.
It was Feng Fuce's turn to rest.
He was now a favorite by Long Xiyuan's side, and all those Imperial Guards treated him with utmost respect.
"Brother Ce, you go ahead and eat first, we'll take over the watch."
"Yeah, anyway, the Emperor is taking a nap now, nothing urgent at the moment."
Feng Fuce glanced at them and said coldly, "Calling me Brother, is that appropriate?"
The two Imperial Guards exchanged glances, immediately understanding with a smile.
They scratched the back of their heads awkwardly and said shyly, "Sorry, Grandpa Ce."
Feng Fuce: ...
What he meant was, calling him that was inappropriate in the palace.
Why not just call him Commander?
But before Feng Fuce had time to explain, the two Imperial Guards looked past him.
They immediately became excited, almost dancing with joy.
"Grandpa Ce, look behind you, behind you!"
