Lu Qiying packed his bags and prepared to flee, but when he thought of everything he already possessed and the bleak future ahead, his guts turned green with regret. He truly couldn't understand why he had been so blindly trusting as to take part in the plot to frame the Dragon King.
Things shouldn't have turned out this way. According to the plan, the Dragon King would hand over the Meng Family's wealth in disgrace, while he and Xiao Fengchai would head for the Loulan Kingdom under the army's protection, accompanied by countless pieces of gold and silver, and watch the situation in Jade City from the eastern part of the Western Regions.
Instead, the trap had been dug beneath his own feet.
Ten chests were nothing compared to the caravan Lu Qiying owned—barely a drop in the ocean—but for a fugitive, they were far too many. He steeled himself and got rid of more than half, keeping only four, which four camels would carry. That would make them faster.
Lu Qiying had prepared three horses for himself. He would probably spend the next while in the saddle, and even then, he would need a fair measure of luck.
The only clerk he trusted slipped inside and quietly nodded to his master, indicating that they could leave.
A little troop of seven beasts and two men entered the pitch-black street through the back door. The owner of Jade City's largest caravan was personally leading the camels. If anyone saw this scene, they would surely cry out in astonishment.
Lu Qiying turned back for one last look and sighed inwardly. This was North City, where he had dreamed for years of living. He had spent no small amount of money on this residence, yet before he had enjoyed many of its