Chapter 597
The sun was setting, and the sky was hazy. Zhong Mushan and Mo Xiaohu were leaning against a wagon, both of them listless and dispirited.
Throughout the journey, Zhong Mushan had noticed what the caravan was carrying. If Qi Ruhai was just sending cloth, porcelain, pots, and pans to the Rong Clan, Zhong Mushan wouldn't mind. However, the wagons were loaded with sharp weapons.
These weapons were going to be handed over to the Rong clan on the prairie, and who knows when these same weapons might be swung down onto the heads of the subjects of the Empire.
What was happening here?
Feeling betrayed, Zhong Mushan was bitterly resentful. They had left the Academy learning loyalty, filial piety, ritual, wisdom, and trust, but here they now stood, seemingly betraying their own country.
He could express his anger to Qi Ruhai, but after all, Qi Ruhai had done them a favor. If he did nothing, however, this stain seemed impossible to wash off.
