"The merits and the faults cancel each other out?" Zhongli Ting’s brows knitted together, his gaze sweeping over Wei Ling. "According to military law, training is your duty. Where do the merits come from?"
Wei Ling, initially feeling guilty, felt his scalp go numb under that look. Yet, he gritted his teeth and spoke up, "Brother Ting, what you're saying... these are private matters. Is there really any point in making a fuss about them in public? Just turn a blind eye and let it pass."
"Are you asking me to engage in favoritism right to my face?" Zhongli Ting asked. "Shall I send for the Provost Marshal?"
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