Gongyang Yongye thought it over from every angle, but still couldn't set his mind at ease.
[Though this old man isn't exactly an upright gentleman, I do know the weight of a promise. Whether it's Soul Possession or swapping heads and bodies, since I promised Lady Xiang I would keep her safe, I won't casually break my word.] He decided to take a risk: tie up Xiang Zhao first and worry about the rest later.
The more Luo San listened, the more something seemed off.
He had actually wanted to ask for a long time what relationship Gongyang Yongye had with Xiang Zhao. The old fellow was far too concerned about Xiang Zhao.
Could she be the descendant of some lost pearl of the sea, scattered among the common folk?
It didn't sound like it. It sounded more like the old fellow was up to no good.
Luan Xin said, [Find a way to contact her first.]
If she had plans of her own, forcing their way in would only ruin things.
Gongyang Yongye was unhappy, but could only obey. He changed the subject. "In that case, I'll come again tomorrow. Minister Luan, get some rest. I'll prepare you a decoction to calm the spirit and replenish the blood."
Luan Xin couldn't help yawning. His head grew increasingly muddled, and he forced himself to stay conscious. "Then I'll trouble you, Lord Marquis."
When Gongyang Yongye personally finished brewing the medicine and brought it over, Luan Xin was already half leaning against the bed, sleeping like the dead. The old fellow Luo San sat nearby with his eyes closed, a sharp weapon clutched in his hand. Candlelight swayed inside the tent, and the shadow of the blade swayed with it. "If Minister Luan opened his eyes and saw this scene, he'd