Sikong Dexun's face wore a smug look as he pompously said, "Brother Zheng, the one who has come to Dingzhou is none other than His Highness Prince Beiyang of the Sikong Imperial clan. According to the rules of the Great Jin Dynasty, Lord Qingquan should welcome him thirty miles out."
"Big Young Master, don't bother with them; this bunch of bastards are just trying to push their luck," Cheng Daniu held Zheng Ming in the highest regard in his heart.
After all, it was Zheng Ming who had given them a new path in life, who had turned them from mountain bandits into respectable people. Their respect for Zheng Ming ran deep, and now someone had the audacity to expect Zheng Ming's father to come out and welcome them—it was just too much.
What's more, Young Master Ming had already said that there was no need to pay attention to the Sikong Imperial clan; they could do whatever they wanted.
