Yu Wenqian said, "It's to congratulate you, all of you, on your safe return."
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Wenye raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at the crowd ahead. Although he hadn't entered this gate since taking Taiyuan, he had been familiar with every detail of this place, having been stationed here with his father, who once served as the Shanxi Comfort Envoy, for many years.
At this time, countless torches were held high across the city walls, clearly revealing the many erratic dents and marks left on the city gates after a fierce battle. Even the reddish-brown stains with a faint metallic smell at the foot of the wall were remnants of dried blood not completely cleaned.
That night's bloodshed, though deemed futile, remained vivid in memory.
To mention "safe" now felt ironic.
