The grain and treasures were all escorted back to Guan City, along with prisoners!
Beigong Chun's two thousand infantry came in handy at this time, as they escorted the prisoners back.
Zhao Hanzhang leaned lazily against a pillar watching, her eyelids slightly drooping, making it unclear what she was pondering.
Fu Tinghan passed by her, only to think she was sleeping.
Lacking sleep, he was a bit short-tempered now, showing a stern face to the soldiers, and couldn't help but get angry if anyone made a mistake in counting items.
But seeing her sneak in a break amid the busyness, his expression softened immediately. He glanced back at the soldiers loading the carts, reached out and held Zhao Hanzhang's hand, "Want to ride a cart back to the city?"
Zhao Hanzhang nodded, "Alright."
So, Zhao Hanzhang nestled among sacks of grain, half asleep, and entered the city.
