Chu Shun looked at Young Master Zheng's attire, and it wasn't much different from theirs.
Chu Shun was puzzled, "Ancestral worship is a big deal, shouldn't the government office make some concessions?"
One should not forget their ancestors, that's fundamental.
At the border, the people can't decide which country they belong to; they belong to the strong.
The border folk are the least willing to engage in war, because living here, they might have not only Daqi blood but also Nanliang blood.
No matter which side they stand on, the blade in their hands would stab their own brothers.
Going out of the city to worship ancestors is reasonable, even if the government office doesn't compromise, money could pave the way.
The Zheng family is wealthy; spending some money is better than Old Master Zheng taking a side route, right?
Talking about this, Young Master Zheng was filled with anger. Looking at Chu Shun, he swallowed the words that were at the tip of his tongue.
