"N-no, I didn't," Yang San explained in a panic.
The Bai Hujun hesitated before stepping forward to speak for him. "Lord Shaoqing, he's the soldier who was punished by the Young General for spreading rumors and causing trouble. He was assigned to menial labor."
"He smells of firewood, so he must have just come back from the kitchen corps."
Xie Ming'an's gaze was cold and dark as he scanned the surroundings.
He asked, "Which way is your kitchen corps?"
The Bai Hujun froze. After a moment of thought, he pointed in the opposite direction. "Over there."
As soon as he said it, he realized the implication.
His fierce eyes widened in anger as he cursed at Yang San.
"You bastard! If Lord Shaoqing hadn't pointed it out, I wouldn't have noticed. Fetching water isn't in this direction either. Why did you come from the stables?"
"I..." Yang San looked like he could bite his own tongue off.
Xie Ming'an wasted no more words on him. In a cold voice, he gave a direct order.
