After the main troops had left the city, Li Yaotian exchanged a few brief words with Li Qingyun before ordering a few vice generals and him to the Imperial Palace to claim the reward.
After all, in a place like the Imperial Palace, it's impossible to gather tens of thousands of soldiers. What would happen if a thousand buildings were blown up?
"Li Qingyun, you rascal! I've been waiting for you so long. Mother!" Li Qingyun saw Ye Feifei running back. He immediately dismounted, saluted respectfully, and spoke with deep longing in his tone.
Ye Feifei lifted Li Qingyun up and looked him over from head to toe. With a long sigh of relief, she said with pain in her voice, "Stay strong, my boy! Look at you, all blackened! The main troop—is the march still exhausting, or is it bearable now?"
