Cold frost shrouded the mountains, where no tigers roamed; the sword stirred starlight, where dragons dwelled in the waters.
At the entrance to Qingbo Street, everything was deathly still.
At some unknown point, the hurried figures on the long street had vanished without a trace, as if the area had deliberately been cleared.
The burly coachman stood upon the carriage shaft, holding his saber as he offered An Le a martial salute.
There was no killing intent in the air. Instead, a faint sense of helplessness drifted through it.
An Le carried Old Yellow Wine and beef, calmly watching the coachman beneath the starry night, saber in hand. His brows drew together slightly.
He looked toward the carriage behind the coachman. "Luo Qingchen wants to kill me? Is he inside the carriage?"
The burly coachman, Zhushan, raised his head, his face filled with bitterness. "Rest assured, Young Master An. Sir is not in the carriage."
"Sir does not know that Zhushan has come this time."
The burly coachman had never wished to make a move against An Le. He knew that The Current An Le held the Minor Sacred Token and had the Lin Manor's Jade Guanyin protecting him. He was not someone a mere coachman could touch.
But... he had no choice.
Young Master Qin had found him and ordered him to kill An Le. If he could kill An Le, then Luo Qingchen, who had lost all heart, could safely leave Lin'an Prefecture and return to Qingzhou.
Because Luo Qingchen had refused Qin Qianqiu's demands, and with Qin Qianqiu's overbearing nature, he would never let Luo Qingchen leave Lin'an easily. He might not even be allowed to leave Lin'an at all.
Zhushan had followed Luo Qingchen all the way from Qingzhou. He had watched his tower rise and