Xiang An and Zi Juan finally found Xiong Xin.
But when they found Xiong Xin, he was no longer herding sheep.
Because all the sheep were gone. Xiong Xin's employer had slaughtered them all, naturally because that young employer had gathered a group of people to rebel as well. To attract recruits, food was still necessary.
So Xiong Xin had lost his job. While he sat alone by the river, brooding gloomily, Xiang An and Zi Juan happened to find him.
"Your Highness, aren't you a little too miserable?" Xiang An had long prepared a horse for Xiong Xin. He watched the young man riding beside him with an expression that was hard to describe.
"Indeed. The sheer desolation is truly astonishing," Zi Juan said with an awkward yet polite smile.
Xiong Xin was completely numb. He had no idea what to say and simply rode in silence, shutting himself off.
Xiang An turned his head and looked Xiong Xin over from top to bottom.
Xiong Xin had now changed into a proper long robe, and his beard had been trimmed. He actually cut quite a handsome figure. It was just a pity that with Chu's fall, he had ended up in a state where he could not even herd sheep because there were no sheep left.
"Don't worry, Your Highness. When you go back this time, you'll be returning in glory." Xiang An tried to comfort Xiong Xin, leaning over and giving his back two hard slaps.
Xiong Xin coughed twice from Xiang An's blows, then sighed in discomfort. "Glory... You should be Lord Wu'an's grandson, right?"
"Hm? Ah, yes, I suppose so." Hearing "Lord Wu'an," Xiang An did not react at first. Only after two seconds did he remember that it should refer to Xiang Yan, who really