Wang Yushuang slowly sat back down on the cushion, gently rubbing her brow with her fingertips. At his words, she shook her head, her gaze seeming somewhat profound beneath the flickering lamplight.
"Not yet, not yet," she repeated softly.
"Inviting him up now would be far too conspicuous. Besides... whether what he did just now was for the silver,
or for some other reason, still needs to be observed. Rushing to draw close to him would only be unseemly."
The next moment, Wang Yushuang's face turned deathly pale.
Had Fang Yuan, that unforeseen variable, not appeared out of nowhere last night and protected her with thunderous methods,
she would likely have been abducted by now. The consequences would have been unthinkable!
"Who was it?" she gritted out through clenched silver teeth.
The other party had seized the timing with such precision and knew the merchant caravan's guard arrangements and weak points like the back of their hand!
This was absolutely not something an outside enemy alone could accomplish... There had to be a mole within the caravan!
Elsewhere, Fang Yuan had already sat down against a wagon wheel, casually draping the thick padded coat over himself as he prepared to sleep fully dressed.
His eyes were closed, as though he were entirely unaware of the undercurrents surging around him.
"Hopefully... nothing else happens tonight."
Yet he still gripped the Chopping knife tightly in his hand, the chips in its blade especially glaring in the firelight.
In the shadows some distance away, Shi Zhen and Han Qi huddled together, both wearing extremely unpleasant expressions.
In a shadowed corner beyond the reach of the campfire's glow, Han Qi and Shi Zhen wore equally grim expressions.
They looked at the spot on the ground where Tu Lie had been, only to find it