"There's news! Commander Zhao entered the hall with a sword, angrily rebuked the ministers, and petitioned for the people to go to war. His Majesty agreed... the peace talks have broken down! The emissaries are being escorted to the Heavenly Prison by the King Yan troops from the Imperial Court!"
Boom!
The entire tavern suddenly erupted, with all the patrons looking on in shock, their faces a mix of numb disbelief.
Why is it that every word makes sense, but when put together, they don't understand?
Commander Zhao? Wasn't the old man stationed at the Huai River? How could he appear in the hall with a sword?
And what war did he propose?
A crowd gathered around, clamoring with questions.
The informant gesticulated wildly, spreading the exaggerated news they had heard, causing everyone's blood to boil.
"Good!" A burly man clenched his fist and struck the table, causing the wine cup to bounce three feet high, his face flushed as he declared:
