A month later.
The capital of Tuan Country.
The rear courtyard of the palace.
Ding Ling sat calmly on a stone stool. Yu Shu carefully carried a cup of tea and gently placed it in front of him, saying in a low voice:
"Lord, please have some tea."
Ding Ling glanced at Yu Shu. Seeing the confusion, shock, and terror still hidden deep in her eyes, he could not help shaking his head. He casually picked up the teacup and took a sip. The taste was quite ordinary.
He casually set it down again.
This simple action made Yu Shu's pupils contract. Her legs went weak, and she immediately dropped to her knees:
"Lord, I have failed to take proper care of you. Please forgive me."
"Get up."
Ding Ling casually waved his hand, and Yu Shu involuntarily rose to her feet:
"There's no need to act like this in front of me."
Yu Shu remained trembling with fear, somewhat at a loss.
Seeing this, Ding Ling did not say anything more.
Time would naturally prove everything.
A month ago.
General Jin, the number-one warrior of Tuan Country, had gone south to plunder many Great Qin commoners. After returning home with his spoils, he received the affection and cheers of many Tuan Country citizens.
Just as he was basking in his success, he saw three people whose clothing, adornments, and bearing were completely different from those of Tuan Country's citizens.
Moreover, the three of them were calm and composed, carefree as though they had come sightseeing.
It was as if they did not take General Jin seriously at all.
This naturally infuriated General Jin.
General Jin would often go south to "hunt." Ordinary Great Qin commoners could never appear safely before him, yet who would have thought that three men