Inside a top-tier guest room at the inn.
Zheng Fan gazed at the Longyuan sword before him, silent. A Ming did likewise. Li Yiyong, observing the sword and then the two quiet men, finally asked,
"General, why are you both so quiet?"
A Ming replied,
"Because you are here."
Li Yiyong was left speechless.
Zheng Fan clapped Li Yiyong's shoulder and laughed.
"Haha, he loves to joke. Don't take him seriously."
"This humble soldier wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare."
"Adjutant Li, return to camp and have the men get things in order. In two days, we set off for Shengle. Arriving there will be like returning home. Besides, the foreign soldiers under my command far outnumber the Yan soldiers."
"It is this humble soldier's fortune to serve under you, General."
Zheng Fan touched his cuff and looked at A Ming.
Did you bring any money?
A Ming shook his head.
Zheng Fan had no choice but to turn to Li Yiyong and ask,
"Adjutant Li, do you have any money on you?"
