Thanks to Chu Yao's prompt response and the tight lockdown on information, the impact of Shen Tang's accidental injury was kept to a minimum.
The civil and military officials gathered outside the tent, glancing toward it from time to time.
Most of them still didn't know the details of Shen Tang's injury. They only knew that the central army had ordered an early retreat, and it wasn't until the gongs sounded and the troops withdrew that they heard their lord had met with an accident. The sudden news left everyone uneasy. As soon as Chu Yao came out, they crowded around him to ask for news.
"Chancellor Chu, what happened to our lord?"
"Chancellor Chu, may we go in and see our lord?"
Chu Yao felt as if he had two heads weighing down on one neck. He couldn't exactly tell his colleagues that their lord had been cursed yet again by Kang the Plague God: first, a warhorse had kicked her and broken her ribs; then she'd been so enraged that she'd nearly angered herself to death; and finally, he himself had inadvertently added fuel to the fire and snapped her cervical vertebrae.
The generals, who lived by the blade, all had a strong belief in gods and spirits. Before setting out to war, they always chose an auspicious day for military fortune.
If he told them now, it would certainly undermine their confidence.
Chu Yao had no choice but to say, "Our lord suddenly gained some insight, but the battlefield was too noisy for her thoughts to flow freely, and she briefly fell into a demonic delusion. Fortunately, it was dealt with in time. Her health is unharmed now, and she'll be fully recovered after half a day of rest. There's no need for you all to worry.