"Where did you run off to? Were you fooling around with those she-cats again? How can a man be so obsessed with romance? You must put your career first!"
Pei Shaoqing, who had just pulled up his pants, now spoke with extreme sternness, chiding General Li with a pained expression.
General Li cried foul. "My lord, your subject was drilling the troops! I haven't been intimate with my four beloved consorts for a very long time—at least a full day!"
"If the shoe fits, wear it. If not, take it as a warning. You should take my words to heart." Now that his pants were on, Pei Shaoqing sounded almost human. He then explained Xie Qingwu's idea. "What do you think? Is it feasible?"
"Of course it's feasible! Your subject is willing to dispatch the elites of the Mao Camp to carry out this mission," General Li agreed at once.
