Yang Zhenshan dismounted in front of the General Mansion and then led Red Cloud to the stable.
Today, he returned rather early and, unusually, had some time to spare without having to stay in the study to handle official business.
"Old buddy, today I will brush your fur!" Yang Zhenshan said with a chuckle as he stroked Red Cloud's mane.
Whinny~~
Red Cloud, with his large, disdainful eyes, looked at Yang Zhenshan.
It seemed to say, 'You? Do you even know how to brush?'
"Okay, you're even being picky now," Yang Zhenshan said, amused.
A Personal Follower brought over a bucket of water, and Yang Zhenshan, rolling up his sleeves, picked up a brush to start grooming Red Cloud.
"Have you forgotten? Back in the day, it was always me who brushed your mane! Hmm, back then, you wouldn't let anyone else touch you, only allowing me to do the grooming!"
"What, have you grown so used to being pampered over the years that you scorn my brushing skills now?"