C540 Huangfu Siyue Was Better off Dead!

Midnight.

The Commander's Mansion was as quiet as the deep night, yet brightly lit. Especially the courtyard of the Great Young Marshal, Sinan, which was as bright as day. The door was tightly shut, and the only sound was the occasional whisper of the night breeze, bringing a chilling coolness.

In the courtyard, a low, anxious voice finally broke the silence, "Commander