Half a month later.
Gao Fei led thousands of officers and soldiers back to his own camp, "You all have the day off today, go and rest."
"Chiliarch is mighty!"
The thousands of officers and soldiers shouted in unison, then dispersed one after another.
In the blink of an eye, only three people were left on the field: Gao Fei, Chen San, and Liu Qing.
"My lord, I have a question that's been troubling me," Chen San said hesitantly. "Why would the Emperor spare Piaomiao Palace? It doesn't make sense. On the way back, I've been pondering this question but still can't figure it out."
Liu Qing, standing by the side, nodded in agreement, "I'm also very puzzled."
"I'm sorry, I can't answer that for you," Gao Fei shrugged, helplessly saying, "I don't understand it myself." He paused for a moment. "However, there is one thing I am sure of."
"Which is?" Chen San and Liu Qing asked eagerly.
