Liang Wan looked up. Everyone's eyes were fixed on her—except for the man standing in the center.
Though there was no loud discussion, a low buzz of whispers rippled through the crowd. Someone nearby snapped out of their daze and kicked the instigator squarely in the backside.
"Zheng Si, have you lost your damn mind? How can you bite the hand that feeds you the moment you set your bowl down? Did you forget who brought us rations?"
Zheng Si was knocked to the ground. He scrambled up, panting heavily, his face flushed with anger.
Another soldier nudged him with an elbow. "Stop sprouting nonsense. How could it be Madam? What reason would she have?"
Zheng Si shoved the man away.
