If the soldiers escorting the consignments were to commit theft, they would face the death penalty, and their entire clan would be implicated. This was also a strict policy, as King Zheng of Qin would never allow anyone to tamper with the annual salaries.
「On the other hand.」
"Zhao girl, don't worry. In a moment, you'll know about your brother's situation," Wu Lizheng said to Zhao Ying, who was standing by his side.
"Yes," Zhao Ying nodded, but just to be safe, she lowered her voice. "Mr. Wu, may I ask you for a favor?"
"Go ahead, Zhao girl," Wu Lizheng said immediately.
"If there's any bad news about my brother, could you please tell the villagers not to spread it around? My mother's health is already poor. If something terrible really has happened, she definitely won't be able to bear it," Zhao Ying said, her voice filled with worry.
Hearing this, Wu Lizheng thought for a moment before nodding. "I promise you."
He was, of course, well aware of Mrs. Zhao's physical condition.
