Forced conscription, even if unwilling, one must go.
The camel, even dead, is larger than a horse; the current Imperial Court still has the ability to suppress rebels and has the strength to crush dissent.
If you don't go,
you're showing contempt for the Imperial Court.
You might as well be executed as a rebel at any moment.
The next day.
Fang Zheng, accompanied by Lu Zhi and more than a hundred private soldiers, set off on horseback straight for Zhaonan Prefecture.
Rushing all the way, they reached the border of the Prefecture City by the early morning of the second day.
"Whoa!"
Fang Zheng pulled on the reins, leaping off the horse to land in front of Linghu An, who had been waiting for some time.
He cupped his fists and saluted:
"Father-in-law!"
After months apart, Linghu An seemed to have aged significantly, his eyes filled with worry. Seeing Fang Zheng, he nodded.
"You've arrived, follow me to meet the Prince and Lord Mansion Master first."
