Ye Yujian rubbed his head and muttered softly, "It's so unfair. The heir of Prince Xiao's Mansion probably isn't as talented as Brother Xiao, but just because of his high birth, he gets to push Brother Xiao out."
"You're still talking?" Zhao Wei raised his hand.
"That's enough." Xiao Mo waved his hand dismissively, smiling with the air of a big brother. "It's nothing that can't be said. We just need to do our work and not worry about others. Do you all understand?"
"Yes, Brother Xiao!" the group responded in unison.
"Alright, let's get some sleep. We have to wake up early for training tomorrow," Xiao Mo said.
"Alright, Brother Xiao."
Everyone returned to their beds. The candle was blown out, and the bright moonlight spilled through the window, illuminating each of their faces.
The simple life in the barracks, combined with the day's training, had them falling asleep the moment their heads hit their pillows.
But Xiao Mo didn't fall asleep so quickly.
