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It wouldn't take long; after a few more battles, everyone would know the truth.
Qi Xiaomian saw Qin Mu Hui sulking in silence and, rather inappropriately, asked, "Do I still need to go outside the city to line up and welcome him?"
Qin Mu Hui shot him an annoyed glare, knowing he was impatient with such formalities. The Zhou family was very adept at reading the situation; it wouldn't be long before they came to apologize sincerely, tears and all. He wouldn't even have the heart to punish them harshly.
Noticing the hint of intention from His Majesty, Qi Xiaomian asked, "So, are you planning to downplay this matter?"
"The departure of the Black General is their greatest punishment; why should I need to strike harder?"
"What are your plans regarding the Black General?"
"I'll think about it some more."
As Qi Xiaomian left the palace, he unexpectedly ran into the old man from the Zhou family bringing Zhou Yunjin into the palace to apologize. They were quick about it, still clad in armor and looking dusty as they entered.
With just a glance, Qi Xiaomian hurried out of the palace. At the main gate, he learned that the Black General had turned his crisis into safety.
He heard Qilang report that Miss Sang had shown him part of the Black General's memories, suggesting he find some storytellers to spread the tale without concealing the fact that the Black General was a demon.
"Alright, go take care of it."
The story of the Black General spread faster than anyone had anticipated. Perhaps it was due to its passionate telling; perhaps it was because his identity as a demon added a touch of legend; or perhaps it was because he was a familiar hero in their minds.
Early the next morning, many citizens gathered outside Small Tavern, eager to see the Black General.
The public's acceptance was quite good. After all, whether he was a demon or a human mattered little to them; what mattered most was having enough food and living well. The Black General guarded their borders and ensured their peace, making him a great hero in their eyes.
"He is still recuperating," someone answered when asked about him.
Sang Qingxiao had instructed Qi Xiaomian on how to convey the story without mentioning Zhou Yunjin or indicating that he had been framed. It simply stated that the Black General had been gravely injured and was recovering.
Thinking back to how the army had knelt and wept yesterday, Sang Qingxiao didn't want those oblivious men to be criticized. Thus, he specifically reminded Qi Xiaomian to manage public opinion carefully.
Clearly, Qi Xiaomian handled it exceptionally well. Of course, Xuande Emperor also played a role in this; concerned about stability in court, he sternly warned various factions not to interfere. Consequently, officials became more compliant regarding this matter.
When the Zhou family came to apologize, Xuande Emperor kept them waiting for several hours. When he finally met Zhou Yunjin, he merely sighed at his confusion and granted him a few months' leave while offering two choices: either continue fighting or stay in court at the Ministry of War. He said nothing about promotions.
The old man from the Zhou family dared not mention titles again and trembled as he spoke of Marquisate matters. Once the door closed behind him and he straightened his back with a whip raised...
A grand procession arrived just as lunchtime business was winding down. Qi Xiaomian's guards accompanied a kind-looking official bearing an imperial decree.
Sang Qingxiao glared at Qi Xiaomian, wondering why such a big scene was necessary. With so many people watching, would she kneel or not?
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