Zhao Hanzhang met Xun Xiu at the entrance of the main room.
At this moment, Xun Xiu was being lifted out by two soldiers, his arms propped up while his feet dangled slightly. As they encountered each other, both the soldiers and the carried Xun Xiu stared stiffly at Zhao Hanzhang.
Zhao Hanzhang clicked her tongue twice and, after sizing him up for a moment, her gaze landed on a particular part of his body. "General Xun is impressive; he took thirty military lashes and seems more relaxed than General Mi who only took twenty. Can you already walk?"
Xun Xiu hurriedly asked the soldiers to set him down on the ground. He clutched his lower back and barely managed to stand upright, "My Lord, I was just bored at home, so I asked to be lifted over here. Actually, I can't quite walk yet."
Zhao Hanzhang addressed his two soldiers, "What are you standing around for? Hurry and carry your general back."
