Zheng Fan had indeed fallen asleep. It wasn't an act to display his calm demeanor and composure; the afternoon sun was simply too comfortable. Besides, from defending the city to entering the Jin State imperial palace, and then hastily leading his troops to the borders of Shengle City, he hadn't had any real rest in days. So, he genuinely drifted off.
When he opened his eyes again, he realized it was already dark.
The Scribe was still sitting beside Zheng Fan, writing on some documents.
This was the Scribe's duty. He was currently stretched thin, covering the work of ten men. Even with his psychic abilities enhancing his efforts, he would exhaust himself sooner or later if he continued like this.
However, once everything settled down, the dozens of scholars from the Wen Family could be trained as secretaries, significantly lightening the Scribe's workload.
"You didn't wake me, letting me sleep for so long," Zheng Fan said.
