The bright moon hung high while the March wind rustled the trees in the mountains.
Shen Wenchen's entourage was galloping on the official road.
Someone from behind, looking at the distant flickering lantern lights, asked, "General, shouldn't we find an inn to rest?"
Shen Wenchen was solely concerned about escorting the prisoners to the capital as soon as possible, only realizing that night had fallen when he heard his subordinate's question.
"Let's stop at the inn ahead for a rest then."
"Good!"
Everyone was naturally pleased when the general spoke.
The prisoners in the convoy also sighed in relief.
After last two days, being confined in the prison carriage was a great hardship indeed!
Which among them wasn't raised in luxury? None of them had ever endured such suffering!
As they approached, they realized that the light came from a mere roadside inn – regardless of their fatigue, everyone frowned.
"General, are we going to stay here?" someone asked.