(Ahem, refreshing around 1 AM, and also, for those asking... there's still forty chapters to go, so don't run away!!!)
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"The urgent matter right now is to successfully conduct the grand ceremony, then... take the opportunity to refine the sword pills..."
"Rescuing those poor concubines can wait until later. At that time, I could swing by Brother He's place for a drink. Oh, and we need to release those bound Imperial Army soldiers, can't let them starve... Once these matters are dealt with, we can return..."
Zhao Rong brushed off the dew that had gathered on his sleeve at dawn, pursed his lips and mentally repeated his thoughts, then let out a sigh.
Moments later, he was back at the entrance of his tent.
Just as he reached there, before lifting the curtain, Zhao Rong paused in his steps.
After a brief silence, he glanced around. Aside from a few early-rising soldiers passing by, there was no one else.
Zhao Rong pushed aside the curtain and entered the tent.
As expected.
