"Stop, stop, stop, now is not the time for enlightenment, let's take care of the main business first."
Lord Zheng adjusted his sitting posture,
leaning slightly forward,
supporting his chin with his left hand,
looking ahead.
Beside him, Gongsun Zhen slowly drew his saber. Being the son of Gongsun Zhi, grandson of Li Bao, having a saber that suited him perfectly was only natural.
He was excited, not because of Lord Zheng's spirited demeanor, but because his father was still on top of the Chu people's city walls.
Similarly,
Ah Li,
was also on the city walls.
Others could be expendable,
but unless absolutely necessary,
Lord Zheng was reluctant to lose any of the formidable warriors.
In this lifetime, only they were his true family, a familial bond deeper than blood.
A Ming spoke at this moment: "My lord, I truly didn't expect A Cheng would send someone with a message advising you to leave first."
Lord Zheng smiled,
and said:
"He's provoking me."
......
