"General Fang, up ahead... is Yanhuang City, have you ever been here? How does it compare to the Imperial Capital of Great Qi?"
Inside a carriage, three people sat. The carriage moved swiftly and smoothly on the flat road.
Fang Dongming sat opposite Chu Mo, and Zhang Rong sat next to Chu Mo. Upon hearing Chu Mo's words, Zhang Rong's mouth twitched slightly, he glanced at Chu Mo and thought to himself: This bad kid, at a time like this, he's rubbing salt in people's wounds, so ruthless!
Fang Dongming wasn't shackled, which could be considered a form of respect for him as an enemy general. He never thought about rising violently or running away.
Because that's simply impossible!
The youth in front of him wouldn't give him such an opportunity. Instead of humiliating himself, he might as well stay calm and composed, displaying the demeanor of a high-ranking officer of Great Qi.
