Lin Yichen observed every move the man made, yet he still could not guess what Fu Yan's next action would be.
"Are you saying the Mongol Army also encountered the same situation as us?" Han Jiang understood Tang Feng's meaning immediately.
The thickness of the two scripts was also different. The box belonging to Gao Xunqing was noticeably thicker than his own script.
Seeing the escort say no more, Ji Sibo frowned. Finding the wooden barrel filled with water, he had no choice but to pick it up and walk back.
The noble estate had deep grounds, and everything looked calm on the surface, but in the shadows, Fu Jingyan was beating his chest and stamping his feet.
"Tell me, what on earth are you planning to do?" An Junze turned a blind eye to Director Li's violence, wanting only to know how matters had reached such a pass so that he could quickly deal with whatever might happen next.
"What if we run into the Chinese Army here?" Makarov asked anxiously.
"Regarding Mr. Wu and the group of elders who followed the elder prince, I must ask the young master to spare them wherever possible. After all, when the elder prince was in Yanbei, they served him with all their heart and strength." With that, Uncle Zhong stood up and bowed to Yan Xun.
The group returned to Yinhua Town and, under Qin Cang's arrangements, took up lodging in an inn run by the Jianghu Spy.
Counting on his youth and wishing to achieve a measure of success to set his family's minds at ease, coupled with a desire to distract himself so he would stop grieving, An Zeyiyi threw himself into writing with everything he had from the very day he decided to do it.
Noticing Mu Qingge's