"Such extravagance."
From atop the slope, Zheng Fan couldn't help but sigh as he watched Emperor Jin's returning entourage.
According to the rules of Yan State, a leading general, upon reassignment, could take his personal troops. Zheng Fan hadn't been polite; from Green Willow Fortress, aside from the bricks and tiles too inconvenient to carry, he hadn't left so much as an embroidery needle for his successor.
However, even with all their troops, baggage, and vehicles, large and small, compared to Emperor Jin's retinue, they looked no different from a band of peasants fleeing a disaster.
"Maybe Emperor Jin wants to emulate Liu Chan," the blind man speculated. "The Yan Emperor also wishes for Emperor Jin to live well, as a display for the rulers of other kingdoms."
"Who doesn't enjoy luxury?"
"My lord speaks the truth."
"I heard the old head of the Situ Family passed away recently?" Zheng Fan queried.
