"Your Majesty, the Zhao rebel forces have been completely wiped out. Please give your orders." Sean Hayes knelt on one knee, looking up at Alexander Hayes, who stood before him in a black robe, hands clasped behind his back.
"Hmm..." Alexander Hayes nodded and said, "I have a grand gift to deliver to the House of Zhao..."
"Yes, Your Majesty! How should we deal with the corpses of the Zhao rebels? Should we bury them or burn them?" Sean Hayes asked again.
Alexander Hayes turned to look ahead. "No need to deal with them. The corpses of the Zhao rebels should be left for the Zhao family to handle themselves. There's no reason for us to waste our efforts. I want those who come to collect the bodies to see for themselves the consequences of defying me."
"Understood!" Sean Hayes's spirit was lifted; he suddenly understood Alexander Hayes's intention.
Zhao Manor
A group of people with status in the clan sat together, waiting for news from Charles Zhao, the patriarch, and Justin Zhao about the successful capture of the Magistrate's Mansion.
Mrs. Penny Zhao, Justin Zhao's wife, sat anxiously, worried about her husband.
Just then, a servant rushed in to report, "There is a guest at the door, claiming to bring a gift for the Zhao family."
"A guest? What kind of guest?" Mrs. Penny Zhao asked hurriedly.