"I, I didn't hear it… I must have heard wrongly!"
"…"
Zheng Sangge chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Lord Qin, please, I'm no longer a general. I'm just a commoner now!"
"Greetings, Lord!"
Zheng Sangge cast a quiet gaze at Head Steward Wen. His dispassionate tone struck the heart of Head Steward Wen like a heavy hammer. "These children are all offspring of my former brothers. Their fathers were comrades-in-arms with me on the northern battlefield, sharing life and death together. They returned from the battlefield with injuries, illnesses, or disabilities. A decade has passed, and many are no longer with us. Some of these children have lost their fathers, and others have lost both parents. In our residence, there are no fewer than twenty to thirty children in similar circumstances. Over ten disabled brothers, like their fathers, are still grappling with life. Including elderly, frail, women, and children, there are over seventy in total."