Old Imperial Swallows Fly to Common Homes

Shen Le's first reaction was to yank his hand away with all his strength!

Who?!

Who was holding his hand?!

Not even a Buddha statue was allowed!

A Buddha statue holding his hand and leading him forward—that was a ghost story! When he opened his eyes again, he saw the statue being respectfully lifted up and packed into a crate. All around him, anxious whispers filled the air:

"I heard the bandit rebels are about to attack."

"I heard the Prince of Qin's side is having a hard time fighting the bandit rebels—"

"I heard they've already sent away the women and children—"

"I heard Xin Ye—of the Prince Gong's branch, the one serving as a county magistrate outside—his whole family died. He strangled his youngest daughter, his wives and concubines hanged themselves, and Xin Ye himself died fighting—"

Shen Le looked around. Aside from the Thousand-Hand Guanyin Statue, there were smaller Buddha statues, Buddhist paintings, Slow Curtains, all being swiftly packed away into crates.

On either side of the main hall, a group of nuns in dark robes sheltered in the side chambers, watching anxiously.

"Will they take us with them?"

"Will they send us away too?"

"Or will they abandon us here?"

"They should send us away, shouldn't they? No matter what, we were once female members of the princely household, weren't we?"

Shen Le listened patiently for quite a while before he figured out what had happened. From the enfeoffment of the first Prince of Jin to this point, two or three centuries had passed. The dynasty that had once risen like the morning sun had reached its final days. The Rebel King's uprising had grown into a roaring force that swept across the land, and his armies had already reached the Prince of Qin, whose fief