She even poured it a cup of wine.

Before the peregrine falcon could stretch its neck toward it, He Lingchuan moved the cup away. “It’s carrying out a mission. No drinking.”

The peregrine falcon rolled its eyes resentfully.

He Lingchuan grabbed a roasted chestnut, unafraid of the heat, peeled it, and handed it to Sun Fuling. “I’ve been in office at Yuheng City for ten days now. During that time, we haven’t received any harassment from the opposite bank even once. It seems they’re really showing me some respect.”

The peregrine falcon poured cold water on him. “Maybe they don’t know.”

“The announcement boards all over Yuheng City are plastered with notices saying that I’ve taken office! Even if civilians don’t read them, do spies and scouts not read either?” He Lingchuan then asked Sun Fuling, “Ms. Sun, since you understand astronomy above and geography below, could you help me look at—” He pointed up at...