Along the way, the people cheered, and many commoners knelt and bowed.
"We should take a good rest; this time we've indeed made a great contribution..." Tang Qicheng put away his long spear, smiling contentedly, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the people bowing along the route.
"It's just a pity..." He leaned closer to Zhao Linxin, intending to say something in a whisper, but received a sideways glance from Zhao Linxin and shut his mouth awkwardly.
What he wanted to say was, it's a pity that Fu Yuan didn't die in that dangerous wave, which left him somewhat regretful.
But such words could only be discussed privately; thinking about it in his heart, if Xing Tiexin heard it, it would inevitably lead to a fallout.
They relied on a powerful family, unafraid of Xing Tiexin, but it would still bring unnecessary trouble.
In fact, Zhao Linxin also felt regretful.
