Please don't let them be pursuers!
The youth screamed wildly in his heart and prayed to Heaven.
"Mr. Yan Xingning, if your spirit is watching from Heaven, you absolutely must bless your wife and daughter..." He casually blessed him as well.
The youth muttered under his breath, raising a hand to pull his bamboo hat lower. Though he had already worked up a cold sweat from anxiety, he still dared not whip the donkey to make it run faster. Those brief few breaths felt as long as half a lifetime, until finally—
A troop of riders galloped past.
They did not even glance at their shabby little donkey cart.
The youth's heart, lodged in his throat, thudded back into place. He exhaled a breath of stale air. "Damn it, that scared the life out of me."
Fortunately, it had only been a false alarm.
It was not only him who had been worried. The woman had been on edge too, and cautiously lifted the cloth curtain to take a look at the troop's attire. With a single glance, she determined their origins. As she soothed her drowsy daughter, she said, "That is an eight-hundred-li emergency military dispatch from the front line."
Only then did the youth remember the flag embroidered with the character "Urgent" sticking out from behind the leader. He asked, "Something happened at the front?"
Then he muttered, "And at a time like this..."
Could it have something to do with Mr. Yan's death?
The woman said, "That is inevitable."
Though she was a woman of the inner household, the education she had received in her youth was the same as that of ordinary scholars. She often discussed matters with her husband, Yan An, deep into the night. Regarding the royal infighting stirred up by King Zhi, the