Luo Ling swayed along in his carriage to Lingnan and reached the Southern Expedition Army's encampment. The sudden appearance of a member of the Luo Clan astonished the Southern Expedition Corps' senior officers, who hurried to report it to Zhao Tuo.
There was never anyone the Luo Clan wished to see whom they could not meet, and Zhao Tuo was no exception. He hastily straightened his robes and headwear, then went out to welcome Luo Ling.
At the same time, he privately pondered why Luo Ling had come here. Could he have come to persuade me to surrender?
Zhao Tuo had a rough understanding of what was happening in the Central Plains. In fact, Huhai had long since sent him letters ordering him to lead his troops back.
But he was deeply hesitant. He had originally thought Prince Fusu would succeed to the throne.
It was not that he was loyal to Prince Fusu, but that Fusu's succession would have meant the transfer of power had gone smoothly.
Now that greenhorn Huhai had succeeded, something unforeseen must have happened within the country.
He did not want to return and wade into those muddy waters. While he wrestled with this, news came from the Central Plains of a rebellion of tremendous momentum, making Zhao Tuo hesitate all the more.
If Luo Ling had come to persuade him to surrender, he was unwilling. Remote though Lingnan was, here he was the master of over a million people, deciding life and death with a word. Who could give that up?
A trace of arrogance showed on Zhao Tuo's face, indicating that he did not fear the Luo Clan. Whatever the Luo Clan said next, he intended to keep the initiative firmly in his own hands.
But as a great general of the Qin