"Only after the Spy Bureau identified the Wild King's physical features and corroborated this information did we roughly determine his past whereabouts."
Zheng Fan nodded, thinking to himself:
So, if the Princess had been a bit more willful, a bit more domineering, a bit more arrogant back then—not just whipping him, but outright beheading him—would this current rebellion of the wild people even exist? Of course, one could also argue that if it wasn't this particular Wild King, another would have emerged, perhaps even more formidable. There's really no way to make assumptions about such things.
"My Lord, shall I dispose of these bodies first?"
"No need. It's good to keep them on alert, and it will also prevent them from just huddling together."
"Oh, very well."
Tian Wujing mounted his horse and said, "Let's ride a bit further east, then we'll head back."
