When Dong Huiying and her entourage returned from the Zhu family, they had just gotten off the carriage when they saw someone eagerly waiting.
It was none other than the Great Commander of the Hidden Guard. "Tsk, Marshal, did you just come back from the Eighth Princess?"
The person spoke in a sarcastic tone.
Dong Huiying lifted her eyelids slightly, "Madam, tell me, you and your people have been freeloading here every day, eating and living for free without even paying for meals or lodging, yet you keep causing me trouble. You're really being unfair!"
The Great Commander's face twitched, "Marshal, you are mistaken. We used to be colleagues, with a bond of camaraderie. It's just a few days of food and lodging. Surely, the Marshal's family can't be so stingy about such trivial amounts?"
