"Aren't you afraid I'll hand you over to His Majesty, my Yan Emperor? Perhaps, in his delight, he might reward me with thousands of warhorses. It's certainly possible."
"Brother Zheng, you jest," Yao Zizhan replied. "If I were captured on the battlefield, I believe Emperor Yan would willingly pay the price of three thousand iron cavalry. Qian has prided itself on being foremost in culture for many years; destroying the pride of the Qian people with three thousand iron cavalry? That would be worth it. However, I came here alone, with only a few followers. Even if you were to send me to Yanjing, Brother Zheng, Emperor Yan would find me as unappetizing as a chicken rib—hardly worth the trouble. He might even think you're meddling. To put it bluntly, an emperor's house is never drafty; all they care about is maintaining appearances."
"I have learned much."
"You flatter me."
"Alright, everyone, time to head back," Zheng Fan ordered.
