Gongshu Feng was stunned.
Instinctively, he felt there was something wrong with those words, yet he could not think of any rebuttal.
The key was that the Bureau of Military Affairs should have been the superior replacement for the imperial court, should it not? Under the rule of the Fangshi, the Six States would become one again, making the mobilization of major resources more convenient. Naturally, people's lives ought to rise steadily as well.
She was merely some wild woman from the countryside. Could she have been deceived by someone...
"You know who takes the biggest cut from selling these people? Lord Wu Myriad-Edge, of course."
The steward's voice suddenly shot into Gongshu Feng's mind—
"Urgh!"
The stabbing pain shattered all his thoughts.
"You've only just woken up. Your body's still weak, so get some proper rest." The woman patted his shoulder. "By tonight, you'll be able to see your younger brother."
Gongshu Feng closed his eyes weakly. In that hazy space between waking and dreaming, he seemed to return to Gongshu Manor, where all he had needed to focus on was the art of mechanisms.
"Brother Gongshu..."
"Brother, are you awake?"
"Brother?"
When Gongshu Feng was shaken awake once more, a familiar figure came into view. It was Gongshu Jin.
At the sight of him, Gongshu Feng could not help letting out a long breath. "Are you... all right?"
"You blocked that spear for me. I only got a scratch." Gongshu Jin sat down beside him. "Brother... thank you."
"It was just a coincidence." Gongshu Feng waved a hand. He could now remember the scene completely. They had truly meant to kill, and they had not intended to spare anyone. He had simply been standing in a conspicuous spot, making him the first target of the household guards.