Donzhu, Sowing Discord?

Ever since Xu Zirong appeared, I knew I wouldn't get any peace at Qimu Suo that night.

Although Ye Jinghong had left, someone else soon arrived. This time, there were two of them.

I didn't know either of them. They had only just reached the intersection when the guards' shouts scared them off.

Little Dawa said they were probably nearby villagers who had gotten lost and accidentally wandered onto the Tumba Family's territory.

But Dada Wa didn't think so. After all, what nearby villager didn't know that Qimu Suo belonged to the Tumba Family? They wouldn't dare barge in blindly. No one could ignore the authority of the Tumba chieftain.

So those two men were probably suspicious as well.

Still, it was a good thing they had left, because we didn't want any trouble either.

"Why aren't Donzhu and the others back yet?" Little Dawa asked worriedly as she looked toward the end of the road.

Even without her saying it, I was worried about Donzhu too.

If that guard had deliberately lured Donzhu away, then Donzhu was likely in grave danger.

"Let's wait a little longer. Even if we wanted to look for him now, we wouldn't know which direction to go." That wasn't an excuse. The roads here led everywhere.

"He's back! Donzhu is back!" Just as my thoughts were running wild, I heard Little Dawa's excited voice.

Sure enough, Donzhu had returned, but he was alone.

Could it be that the guard had lured him away to harm him, only to be killed by Donzhu instead?

After returning, Donzhu came straight to the large upstairs terrace. "Master, I'm back."

I looked at him and gave a slight nod. "Tell me. What happened?"

He sighed. "Master, this is my fault. I never expected Gasong to betray the Tumba