Ma Teng stared at the slightly disheveled young man, noticing the resemblance in his features to Sima Boda. With that, he felt a bit more at ease.
"Sima Zhongda pays respects to General Ma and General Hann," Sima Yi slightly bowed and greeted the two men.
"Zhongda, what's wrong with you?" A voice full of excitement suddenly rang out from outside the tent—it was Sima Lang.
"General Ma, General Hann, if my younger brother has acted out of line, please forgive him," Sima Lang entered the tent and respectfully saluted Ma Teng, worried that Sima Yi might have done something embarrassing again.
"Elder brother speaks so, does he think I know not proper manners?" Sima Yi replied with a smile. Compared to a few years ago, Sima Yi had toned down his sharpness, making it harder for the equally intelligent Sima Lang to figure him out.
