Blood-Clad Army: Blood Stains My Robes, I'll Go With You.

"What is it? Speak."

Ying Zheng looked at the blood-stained linen in Zhao Cheng's hands, feeling a touch of curiosity.

Zhao Cheng presented the blood-stained linen, "The people on this list are the soldiers who fought alongside me and died in the heat of battle or during the siege."

"I humbly request that their widows and families be relocated to my fief, where I may personally assign men to watch over them, so they might not suffer at the hands of others."

Ying Zheng's expression softened slightly, "The laws of the Qin State are clear: for those who die in battle, their survivors are granted land, housing, and wealth. Their household registration is moved to the military registry, and they are exempt from taxes. You need not worry about their circumstances."

Zhao Cheng persisted, "Your Majesty, these soldiers fought under my command, and I once promised them that I would take responsibility for their affairs after death."

"I grew up without a father and know well the misery of orphans and widows. Since they died following me into battle, it is only right that I protect them with all my strength."

Upon hearing these words, Ying Zheng fell silent.

He watched Zhao Cheng quietly for a long time.

"It is no great matter. Since the state is already tasked with granting land and housing to the survivors, let them be moved to Yingchuan Commandery. You are already a Da Liangzao; you may establish an estate in your fief to manage this."

"Li Si."

"This servant is here."

"Assist Zhao Cheng in relocating the survivors on this list to his fief so he may settle them."

Ying Zheng paused, then added, "From now on, if any soldiers of the Blood-Clad Army fall in battle, handle them according to this precedent."

Zhao