Zhou Huaijin looked up.
Zhou Huailing was walking towards the gate, followed by many guards and officers as well as imperial doctors. They were hailing him into the sky, showing flattering smiles.
Zhou Huaijin frowned slightly. The snow disaster had touched down, with refugees from different places gathered outside the gate. They were sick, freezing or starving, whilst Lord Ling seemed to be in a good mood and showed a very bright smile.
The refugees were all looking at Lord Ling outside the gate.
As they saw Lord Ling, the refugees also showed disgusted looks. This lord was just like the terrible officers they always ran into - none of them cared about civilians.
"Eighth Brother, what are you doing here?" Zhou Huailing asked in surprise at the sight of Zhou Huaijin.
