General Zheng currently found this kind of crude sycophancy rather distasteful; it was simply too low-class.
"I've also heard that he returned early this morning."
"The Eldest Prince seems a little too enthusiastic. However, his army this time is composed of too many disparate elements. If he doesn't consolidate them properly, there could indeed be problems."
Zheng Fan had embarked on several expeditions, either with the Earl of North Border's army or Lord Jingnan's troops. Those were straightforward campaigns, free of troublesome complications, focused solely on fighting. The atmosphere was always good. This time, however, the Eldest Prince was leading a mixed rat army. Internal problems would undoubtedly divert a great deal of their energy.
"By the way, My lord, San'er has specifically crafted a suit of armor for you. He mentioned yesterday that it would be delivered today, so it should have arrived at the mansion by now."
"I don't want any special armor."
