It wasn't that he was biased.
It was just that Zheng Qiao and his two brothers were all cesspools. Neither was any better than the other. When they fought, the common folk suffered.
Brother Shen helping those two brothers was just aiding and abetting them!
"What are you staring off into space for? Move, move!"
A soldier urged Zhai Le along, looking ready to kick him if he kept dawdling. Zhai Le gave a simple-minded, honest grin and said repeatedly, "Don't be angry, sir! Don't be angry, sir! I'm coming!"
He turned his wrist, and the cattle-driving whip in his hand gave a slight flick. The stopped cattle and sheep obediently followed his command.
Zhai Le had always been the sort to bounce around, eager to learn a bit of everything. He'd picked up plenty of tricks for herding cattle and sheep, and even made a convincing cowherd. The soldiers didn't suspect a thing. They treated them like ordinary commoners, ordering them around, and the two brothers made it into the Rebel Army's camp without a hitch.
They drove the cattle and sheep to their destination.
The soldiers then ordered them to take good care of the animals.
These were all "provisions," meant to be slaughtered later to give the soldiers an extra meal. As for the rule that Draft Cattle were precious and shouldn't be slaughtered?
Heh, they weren't their cattle.
And they didn't farm, either.
Slaughtering them meant meat in their bellies. If they didn't, who knew who'd end up benefiting?
Once no one was watching them, Zhai Le pretended to feed the cattle while speaking quietly with his cousin.
"Brother, I saw Brother Shen just now."
Zhai Huan hummed in acknowledgment.
"Brother, why do you think Brother Shen came here?"
"Perhaps everyone has their own ambitions."
His