"Where is he?"
Su Qiao ran to the place 444 had mentioned without stopping.
444 hurriedly said, "He collapsed beside the pile of winnowing baskets used to carry coal. His head was split open, but the injury isn't serious. He's only unconscious."
Su Qiao casually wiped the sweat from her face, hid in the dark corner of the wall, and cast a sharp look ahead.
In the open area where coal was stored, a group of men in official uniforms were fighting fiercely, moving back and forth.
Seeing that they hadn't noticed her, Su Qiao took several large strides to the winnowing baskets, bent down, picked up the old man on the ground, hoisted him over her shoulder, and turned to run.
Unexpectedly, several of the people who had been fighting on the other side suddenly shifted over here.
Damn it, the path was blocked!
Su Qiao cursed inwardly, then swiftly changed direction and moved toward the other side.
Dodging left and right, she soon reached the wall on the opposite side and hid in the darkness once again.
"Little Four, who are these people? The Imperial Guards? Guards?"
The dark blue Flying Fish Robes... They should have been the uniforms of the Imperial Guards or royal guards.
As for the man surrounded in the center, dressed in a dark-red brocade robe patterned with gold...
His identity was difficult to guess, but he clearly wasn't an ordinary person.
Since this was where the coal was stored, there were considerably more oil lamps around, and the lighting was much brighter.
So Su Qiao could see things more clearly.
There were Imperial Guards, guards, and...
It wasn't that 444 didn't want to say. It was just a little afraid to.
"What else?"
Carrying the old man over her shoulder, Su Qiao pressed