Regarding Zhao Feng's promotion to general, some people were genuinely happy for him, his mother, and his sister. Wu Lizheng, for instance, was a typical example. He felt no envy whatsoever. But others, seeing someone who normally lived a more modest life than themselves suddenly become the most formidable person in the village, naturally harbored an unspeakable jealousy.
Zhao Ying hurried toward her family's courtyard, with Wu Lizheng following closely behind. She was eager to share the good news with her mother.
When she arrived home, Mrs. Zhao was already waiting with eager anticipation.
"Ying'er, how is your brother?" Mrs. Zhao immediately stood up and asked, her face wrought with anxiety.
"Mother! Brother is alive, and he's doing wonderfully! You'd never guess how incredible he is now," Zhao Ying exclaimed, her beautiful face flushing red.
Hearing that Zhao Feng was still alive, Mrs. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.
