Head of the Hounds (Merry Christmas Eve~)
Although Lucilla had temporarily abandoned the thought of suicide after Zhang Heng persuaded her, her heart was still full of unease. Especially when she saw that nearly the entire city was plastered with wanted posters for Zhang Heng early the next morning. Under such circumstances, let alone approaching the target, even walking the streets had become increasingly difficult.
And as time passed, Zhang Heng's situation would only grow more dangerous.
The two had lost contact since that night. Lucilla did not know whether Zhang Heng was still alive, and if he was, how much longer he could remain hidden. She knew Zhang Heng had his own influence in the Southeast District, but the reward on the wanted posters was enough to turn anyone into a traitor. Besides, those people in the Southeast District had little sense of honor to begin with. As long as the price was high enough, those paupers would sell out even their own fathers. And Zhang Heng had now lost his standing at Commodus's side. In other words, his control was at its weakest now.
Lucilla did not know how Zhang Heng could restrain his subordinates and keep himself from being betrayed.
In fact, Lucilla felt it was more likely that Zhang Heng had already fled Rome, because only that could explain why he had neither come to see her nor been captured.
At that thought, Lucilla's heart sank.
Just then, an arm wrapped around her waist, and Pompeianus's voice came from behind her, as gentle as ever. "What is it? Are you feeling unwell?"
Lucilla drew her gaze back from the street below and forced a smile. "It's nothing. I was just thinking that the Festival of Saturn is only a few days away."
"Oh, yes, the Festival