By the time Yang Zhenshan returned to Chunzai Hall, the battle there had already ended.
"Marquis!" Ding Qiu hurriedly approached to salute upon seeing Yang Zhenshan's return.
"Hmm, how's the situation?"
"Thirty-six people in total, twenty-eight killed, eight captured alive!" reported Ding Qiu.
"What about our brothers?"
"Twelve were injured, but none life-threatening. This humble one has already sent them to the medical hall!" Ding Qiu said again.
Yang Zhenshan looked on satisfied as the corpses were carried out of Chunzai Hall one by one.
"Marquis, what shall we do with these scholars?" Luo Jingsong came over and asked.
Yang Zhenshan glanced at the literati cowering inside the tower and said indifferently, "Take them all, hand them over to the Secret Martial Guards for processing!"
Who knew if there were any hidden spies among them? What if there were?
