Watching Wang Deli leave, Zeng Anmin turned to look at Prince Jiang's Estate.
"Young Master, are we still going home?"
Only then did Dachun ride up, cautiously glancing at him.
"To Prince Jiang's Estate."
Zeng Anmin did not hesitate. Expressionless, he gently tugged the reins with his fair hand and pressed his legs hard against the horse.
"Neigh~"
The warhorse beneath him let out a long neigh, wheeled around, and galloped off on all four hooves.
Dachun hurriedly spurred his horse after him.
Xuanjing Division was at least half a shichen's ride from Prince Jiang's Estate, yet Zeng Anmin had shortened the journey to just two quarters of an hour.
"Whoa~"
Zeng Anmin tightened the reins, and the horse gradually slowed.
Planting his feet firmly in the stirrups, he swung down from the saddle and raised his head toward the enormous estate before him.
Prince Jiang's Estate.
The three large characters gleamed brilliantly.
Outside the estate stood nearly two thousand armored soldiers. Spears stood like a forest in their hands as they stood ramrod straight without the slightest slackness, encircling the entire estate. A chilling, murderous air rushed straight at him.
Without wasting words, he waited for Dachun to catch up, then led the way toward the estate gates.
Just as they had gone halfway, a deep, powerful voice rang out:
"Halt, whoever comes!"
Looking up, he saw an armored soldier staring coldly at him. The man wore full military garb, his face stern, his square jaw particularly eye-catching. Simply standing there, he resembled an iron tower.
Deputy General of Two Rivers Prefecture's garrison, Lin Rong.
His father's direct subordinate.
Zeng Anmin's expression did not change. He walked toward Lin Rong and produced the token at his waist.
"Left Clerk of Xuanjing Division, Zeng Anmin."
"Young Master Zeng?"
Upon hearing