"General Yi Liang," the guards at the main door greeted as we entered the gates. Zheng nodded at them as he stepped past.
Following behind him, I watched as he walked, lithe and agile through the men. I couldn't believe that he was the same man who never moved around without a wheelchair in the few months I spent in Shen Li Gong.
I needed to ask him for the truth... And hopefully be able to tell him mine.
Before we got back to Ping He Fu, Zheng told me that he needed to swap his belt back in the main tent, and he'd meet me in the West Hall.
I watched him go, Nian Zhen keeping quiet beside me, as we walked at a slower pace.
The soldiers were switching shifts, so the yard looked like a mess with men tying and removing their tags, putting on more layers or adjusting body armour.
Most of them ignored my presence, parting to make way for me as I walked through the crowd of them.
