“That’s how it should be. The commoners aren’t ours to manage anyway.” In the end, He Chunhua had done more than enough. He had risked his life to shepherd over a hundred villagers to safety. The matter of resettling them back home naturally fell to Wuliu County, and not a single copper of it concerned him, the Governor-General of Xia Province.0

“So tonight’s banquet, prepared by the County Magistrate of Wuliu County, is really a feast of gratitude. A local gentleman, surname He[1], even invited us to lodge in his large estate. Father and Mother are already there, bathing and changing. We shouldn’t be late either.”0

So while he himself had been snoring away, He Chunhua had already marched the column past Qianteng Town, brought them to Wuliu County, and even made the proper courtesies with the county magistrate.0

Father’s stamina is seriously boundless. He Lingchuan yawned again.0

The carriage had already halted before Gentleman He’s residence. Two manservants came out to receive them and guided the brothers into a quiet courtyard.0

There, they washed up. Nanny Qian soon arrived with fresh clothes, urging them to shed their tattered ones. He Lingchuan’s garments in particular were a sight. They were stained with blood, splattered with mud, riddled...0