"Yes, sir!" An Jing immediately lowered her head slightly, responding in a feigned male voice. By lowering her head, she wanted to both show her 'low-ranking Chilin soldier' respect to the senior soldier, and also to conceal the sharp glint that flashed in her eyes.
A heaven-sent opportunity!
An Jing felt her blood boiling all over her body.
When patrolling with the group of soldiers earlier, An Jing had noticed where the water room was, so she didn't need to fumble around. She headed straight to the water room and fetched a jug of hot water.
As for Li Wuyu, he didn't follow An Jing. To avoid suspicion—after all, fetching a jug of water didn't justify the need for two people.
The Great General's tent was brightly lit, and four senior soldiers stood guard outside. One of the soldiers was the one who had just ordered An Jing to fetch the water.
