It had nothing to do with how long their marriage lasted, but rather with how good their relationship was and how much they cared for each other.
Although he thought so, Fu Chen'an didn't say anything when he heard his brother's words. Everyone lived their own life. It was not his place to comment on others' private matters.
The two of them chatted as they walked and reached the barracks at seven o'clock in the morning. After arriving, they placed their luggage in the camp and went to report to the Centurion.
Recalling his wife's words, Fu Chen'an hesitated for a moment before taking the jars with him. When he arrived at Yan Shu's tent, he waited briefly while the guard went in to report before being called in.
Seeing him carrying two jars, Yan Shu raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
Fu Chen'an placed the jars on the desk, cupped his fists, and bowed. "Centurion Yan."
Yan Shu nodded and asked, "Fu Chen'an, what is this?"
