"My lord, forgive my wagging tongue. Aren't all palace dramas plotted like this too? It's quite thrilling... HAHAHA..."
Zheng Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes at Siniang and said, "You're thinking too much; I just found out many households in the city are in mourning."
"Ah, that matter. My lord, you and Liang Cheng returned to the city late at night, having just been rewarded with official posts. The remaining conscripted laborers, however, had to wait. They waited until the Northern Army defeated the Shatuo tribe and then escorted the spoils of war. Only after everything was settled could they begin their journey home. Furthermore, since all of you were on horseback, you arrived several days ahead of them."
Siniang continued, "Moreover, Hutou City had controlled the dissemination of news. Although there were rumors that many conscripted laborers had died, as long as no definitive news was received, people still clung to a glimmer of hope."
