“When were my seventh brother’s words ever reliable?” Song Hui’s impression of Song Zining wasn’t that great.

Qianye, however, didn’t quite agree. He was about to retort with a frown when Song Hui said, “Young Master Xiaoye, why do you dislike me so much?”

He was now commanding an army and hardly anyone was his match. Yet his vision still went dark when he heard this name, almost stumbling forward in the process.

“Song Hui!” Qianye uttered her name through clenched teeth.

“I’m here!” The girl stood ramrod straight, looking extremely obedient, but that protruding tongue of hers went to show that she wasn’t afraid at all.

Qianye rubbed his temples. “What exactly do you want?”

“To be your maid!”

“I don’t need one.”

“You must need a warship and troops, right? Especially officers and staff officers.”

“Of course.”

“So, you need a maid too, someone like me for instance.”

Qianye’s expression darkened. “Get to the point.”

Song Hui was apparently unafraid. “I didn’t come empty-handed, though.”

Qianye glanced at her. She was dressed in ladies'...