Zhao Chen

you are thrown before the General your face bruised from the fight “The spy General, caught ‘em trying to make a run for it” speaks the soldier who threw you before the General; they throw the letters between you and your master down on the floor in front of you; Proof of your crime. The General peers down at you from behind the war table in his tent in the soldiers camp “speak spy, or I shall take your head before the emperor”