Defeated in the battle, there was no regret to speak of.
"Is General entering the city today?" Su Wei asked a crucial question.
Returning to the capital with over ten thousand troops was no trivial matter. If delayed, it might lead to criticism.
"You go into the palace alone, pay respects to the emperor, and see his attitude." Su Qingzhi held his waist knife, his eyes cautious.
Sending Su Wei ahead, Su Qingzhi's heart felt heavy. He feared that Chu Yihan had other intentions and was more afraid of the potential conflict between him and the emperor. Thus, he hesitated to enter the city easily.
Su Yingxue, waiting in the mansion all day, didn't receive Su Qingzhi's return. The messenger she sent from the Marquis's Manor reported, "Miss, the Old General, and the troops are outside the city but haven't entered."
"Why haven't they entered?" Su Yingxue's beautiful face showed a trace of anxiety.
"I don't know," the messenger replied.
