By the time Yang Zhengshan arrived at Chunzai Hall again, the fighting in Chunzai Hall had already ended.
"Marquis!" Ding Qiu saw Yang Zhengshan had returned and hurriedly stepped forward to bow.
"Mm. How's the situation?"
"Thirty-six people in total. Twenty-eight killed, eight captured alive!" Ding Qiu said.
"What about the brothers?"
"Twelve were wounded, but none of their lives are in danger. This old servant has already sent them to the medical hall!" Ding Qiu said again.
Yang Zhengshan looked on with satisfaction as the guards carried corpse after corpse out of Chunzai Hall.
"Marquis, what should we do with these scholars?" Luo Jinsong walked over and asked.
Yang Zhengshan glanced at the literati and scholars huddled inside the pavilion and said flatly, "Take them all away. Hand them over to the Secret Martial Guard!"
Who knew whether there were still hidden spies among them? What if there were?
He definitely could not let them go. As for how the Secret Martial Guard would handle them, that was their business.
"Yes!" Luo Jinsong answered, and immediately had the guards drive those literati and scholars out.
"Master, Master!"
Just as this happened, Prince Dai popped out from who-knew-where and shouted toward Yang Zhengshan.
"..."
Yang Zhengshan looked at this imperial prince, somewhat speechless.
"Your Highness Prince Dai!"
"Master, you're actually an Innate Martial Artist!"
"I am not Your Highness's master!"
"Oh, that's fine. I'll go beg Imperial Father again later. If Imperial Father doesn't allow it, I'll kneel in front of him and not get up!"
Prince Dai said it with a face full of excitement.
"Uh~~"
Yang Zhengshan did not even know what to say. Emperor Yanping had such a son; it was probably quite a headache too.
"This old man still has matters to attend to, so I