He Was Inseparable from the Little Princess

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."