Sending Yin (11)

The escorts had actually gotten a good night's sleep.

When they woke up in their tents, daylight was already bright. They couldn't help exchanging uneasy looks.

What a strange thing. Why hadn't their boss dragged them up to get moving today?

When they lifted the tent flaps and stepped outside, they discovered there was another person in the group.

No, it would be more accurate to say there was a person mixed in with the cargo.

The man was dressed like someone from a mountain tribe. He had a sturdy, well-proportioned build and looked like the vicious, hard-hitting sort. His long hair hung in a wild tangle, and animal-bone ornaments dangled from his head.

This fellow was now tied to their boss's wagon, completely unable to fight back. He lowered his head in humiliation as he ate a cold flatbread. Beside him, the Saintess held a handkerchief and occasionally wiped the corner of his mouth.

Hearing the commotion by the tents, Yu Xing kept the flatbread raised in his hand and glanced over. The escorts immediately shuddered.

Clearly, this wasn't just the fear an escort felt toward his superior. Only Yu Xing knew how much guilt and dread were mixed in.

He gave a cold laugh and ordered the escorts to pack up the tents, eat something, and get ready to set out.

Someone asked, "Aren't we going to have a hot meal before we leave?"

Yu Xing mocked him icily. "You sleep, then eat, then sleep again. I'd be better off raising a pig than keeping you lot. At least I could slaughter the pig for meat."

Nobody objected after that.

Zhao Yijiu regained some balance from that attitude and nudged Yu Xing with the elbow of his arm, which had little room to move. "So you're an escort