PHEW... Chief Zheng enjoyed a rare bath today. The slightly hot water covered his body from the neck down, making his skin flush an excited red, as if all the fatigue of recent days had been swept away in that moment.
Ever since Li Fusheng had coerced the Qian people of the capital region into attacking the city, the imperial capital had remained tightly sealed, and the North Border Army had launched no further assaults. Even the construction of siege equipment was halted. Instead, both sides were maintaining a rare "peaceful understanding."
However, every day from dawn to dusk, Yan people would come to the foot of the city wall and hurl curses at those atop it, and the Qian army on the walls would immediately retort. Neither side was within arrow range. Additionally, the Qian people didn't dare open the city gates to charge out. Thus, they harmoniously maintained the rule of "gentlemen use words, not fists."
The Qian people on the walls cursed: "Yan bastard! Yan barbarian!"
