In the evening, news of the failed rebellion reached Xiqiang City.
Walking into the commander's tent in a hurry, Ding Zhenshun said, "Great General, bad news!"
Hearing this, Feng Xiyan looked up from the bamboo scroll he was reading and saw the tense expression on Ding Zhenshun's face.
Placing the scroll down, he asked, "General Ding, what's happened?"
Ding Zhenshun clasped his fists and said, "Great General, this subordinate just received a report from one of our spies. The commoners in Xiquan City began rebelling this afternoon, but the uprising was suppressed by Ji Hui in less than two hours."
Feng Xiyan's eyes flickered coldly at his words. After a moment of silence, he asked, "How many casualties?"
Ding Zhenshun took a deep breath before replying, "We don't know the exact number, but it's estimated that at least thousands of commoners joined the rebellion. Only a few women and children managed to escape Xiquan City during the uprising."
