"Arrange for this family to stay in the city."
"Yes, my lord."
Upon hearing this arrangement, the old man smashed the half-drunk wine jug on the ground and pointed at Zheng Fan, laughing and cursing:
"You Yan bastard, you do have quite the style. Not bad, not bad, worthy of being Lord Pingye who can bury a hundred thousand wild people."
Zheng Fan turned his head, looked at the old man, and pointed at his own face, saying:
"Are you praising me?"
"I've always believed that a true Jin person should distinguish between public and private matters, at least, have the guts to know what's what!
You Yan people seize our territory, move our ancestral temples, defeat our nation—this is a deep hatred!
You Yan people drive out the wild people, Lord Jingnan and you, Lord Pingye, destroying over a hundred thousand of them, right here, I've seen tens of thousands of wild slaves working as laborers, living lives worse than pigs and dogs;
