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In the training field.

Ye Siming sat upright on the chair that was covered in tiger skin.

He was wearing embroidered clothes and a jade headgear. He had the noble face of a young master and was peerlessly handsome.

However, the way he crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows showed his impatience.

Ye Siming’s sluggish and sizing gaze followed the official from the History Bureau in the tent to and fro.

A manager at the side was communicating with the official.

“If we’re talking about horses, we’ve gained another 300 warhorses this year.”

“Oh, what about last winter?” The official held a pen in one hand and a booklet in the other and asked in detail.

The manager of the training ground frowned. He felt that most of the questions asked were complicated and troublesome.

Usually, who would care about this?

He could only cup his hands and say, “I’m afraid it’ll take a while to check last year’s record.”

The official waved his sleeve. “It’s fine. I can wait.”

The manager nodded and informed Ye Siming before lifting the curtain and going out to look for the record.

Ye Siming saw that it was getting late and it was time to pick up the child.

He got up from his chair and ignored the official from the History Bureau, wanting to leave.

The official’s heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly shouted, “Marquis! Where are you going?”

Ye Siming looked back and raised his cold eyebrows. “Go home. Why? Do you need something?”

Faced with the youth’s oppressive aura, the official lowered his eyes slightly and didn’t meet his gaze.

“Marquis, this subject has already said just now that I hope you can cooperate. After all, you’ve just taken over these soldiers. A lot of the content needs to be redrafted by the History Bureau. If you’re not around, how should this subject proceed?”

Ye Siming looked at him impatiently.

“What else do you need me to do? You’ve already asked me about many trivial matters just now. The manager of the training ground can do the remaining miscellaneous matters for you.”

The official paused for a moment and said unreasonably, “After all, the person in charge isn’t the master. These soldiers will all be your subordinates in the future. Of course you have to be here. Otherwise, it won’t be easy for this subject to report.”

Ye Siming suddenly sneered.

“In your words, you’re not a master either. Why do you think you can keep me here? If there’s anything, go and ask the manager yourself. Otherwise, get your master to come and talk to me.”

After saying that, Ye Siming raised his long legs and quickly walked out of the tent.

The official from the History Bureau immediately felt anxious.

He was under Lord Huang’s orders to stall Marquis Yongye.

How could he let him leave just like that?!

“Marquis, wait a moment. Please listen to this subject!” The official chased after him.

Ye Siming was about to get on the horse.

However, Qin Song happened to have completed his task and came riding back on his horse.

When he saw that Ye Siming was still around, he was a little surprised. “Marquis, you didn’t go to the state school?”

“I’m about to go. Why?”

Qin Song said, “On my way to work just now, I saw that the teachers from the state school had all entered the palace. They said that they were going to the library to copy ancient books. Today, the state school has already ended earlier.”

He knew that Marquis Yongye was inseparable from the little princess as she traveled to and from school.

Ye Siming suddenly had something on today. Moreover, Ye Siming thought that he would definitely reach the state school before school ended, so he split ways with Gu Nuo’er for the time being.

When he heard this news, Ye Siming’s expression changed.

Classes at the state school ended early. Was the little thing waiting for him there alone?

Then, he immediately got on the horse.

The official from the History Bureau pounced forward. “Marquis!” Right on the heels of that, he was whipped fiercely by Ye Siming.

“Scram.”

The youth left behind a single word and spurred his horse away.

Qin Song retracted his gaze and watched Ye Siming leave.

He looked at the History Bureau’s official who was holding his chest and gasping in pain.

He asked suspiciously, “Where are you from?”