"Very well." Chen Ping'an looked at Yuan Zutong. "You must be exhausted from the long journey. Go and get some rest."
"Yes, sir!" Yuan Zutong replied respectfully, a look of profound gratitude on his face. "Thank you for your concern, my lord. It is my honor to serve you."
Whether it was genuine or not, when a superior showed concern, it meant they valued you. At such a moment, regardless of your true feelings, you had to display gratitude—ideally, looking as if you were ready to die for them. This was the path of an official.
Yuan Zutong might look like a burly, simple man, but to have survived in the Garrison Commandant's Office, he was naturally well-versed in this art.
Chen Ping'an gave Yuan Zutong a long, deep look before turning away and waving his hand dismissively.
"This subordinate takes his leave!" Yuan Zutong saluted respectfully with clasped fists, announced his departure, and then left the courtyard.
