Ye Chutang smiled. "Please thank your master for me."
...
The procession escorting Zheng Baosu back to the Capital City was an enormous spectacle.
Two columns of the Imperial Army guarded him heavily as they brought him into the city, seen by countless eyes along the way.
At first, no one knew what was happening. But soon, the charge that Zheng Baosu had committed treason by colluding with the enemy began to spread. His "exploits"—fabricating military achievements, deserting his post, and cutting off the ears of displaced civilians to pass off as enemy kills for his own merit—also traveled like wildfire. In no time, the news had spread throughout the entire Capital City.
When Fan Chengzhuo received the news, he nearly fell out of bed, a mix of shock and fear gripping him. "You! What did you say!?"
The servant was startled by his reaction and fell to his knees with a THUD, his voice already tinged with a sob.
