"Thank you, sir."
Nangong Zhan and the others were moved to tears, their loyalty toward Li Xuancang deepening all the more.
For several days in a row, Li Xuancang stayed at home, keeping his family company and savoring the rare leisure of stealing half a day of idleness from this fleeting life.
After resting for a few days, Li Xuancang left his residence and headed for the government office.
Yang Tiangang followed behind Li Xuancang, awaiting orders.
Seeing Li Xuancang heading toward the government office, Yang Tiangang was full of confusion and couldn't help asking, "Sir, why are we going to the government office?"
It wasn't strange for Yang Tiangang to have such doubts.
The military and the civil administration had rarely dealt with one another.
On one hand, they kept their distance to put the higher-ups at ease. On the other, soldiers had always looked down on civil officials. Unless necessary, the two sides seldom interacted.
Li Xuancang had always had little contact with government officials, so Yang Tiangang was extremely puzzled by his sudden trip to the yamen.
"You'll know when we get there."
Li Xuancang answered indifferently.
Five hundred elite soldiers had gone to war. Half returned bloodied and wounded, their bodies covered in injuries. Though they had kept their lives, some soldiers had been left crippled for life.
Some had lost their left arms, their empty sleeves swaying in the wind.
Some had lost their right legs and could only hobble forward with wooden crutches.
Some had damaged meridians and shattered vitality, leaving them unable to cultivate martial arts or don armor and serve in the army ever again.
Some had their souls corroded by evil poison, becoming frail and sickly, no longer possessing even a fraction of the constitution of battle-hardened elites.
They were all