The peach tree's words from earlier still lingered in Jiang Lu's mind. With a thought, she sent her awareness into her spatial storage and examined it closely.
A faint glimmer flashed, and the Tiger Tally landed quietly in her palm.
Lifelike tiger markings were cast into its surface, the patterns ancient and weighty, carrying a trace of cold, biting chill.
A flicker of surprise crossed Jiang Lu's eyes. Those bandits of Black Wind Stronghold had truly been bold beyond measure—even this was something they dared to seize and hide away. This was a Tiger Tally from the borderlands, unlike any ordinary Tiger Tally.
Her fingertips lightly stroked its icy surface. She idly turned it once in her palm, then returned it to her spatial storage.
She had personally seen this Tiger Tally in the Eldest Princess's Residence. It was the token used to mobilize the great army guarding the borderlands.
This force absolutely could not be stirred lightly. If the border garrison were dragged into the chaos of court strife, the foreign tribes beyond the frontier would surely seize the opening to invade.
When iron cavalry trampled through the city gates, those who would suffer in the end would only be the innocent people under heaven.
As she pondered, waves of clamor and noise came from ahead.
The townsfolk on both sides of the street hurriedly moved aside, shrinking behind eaves and alley entrances. One after another, they timidly poked out half their faces, whispering among themselves with curiosity written all over their expressions.
Jiang Lu slightly gathered her focus and silently spread out her Divine Sense. Her invisible perception instantly blanketed the streets ahead.
Sure enough, the group they had encountered on the road during the day had returned. Perhaps they had come for the military tally.
Previously, she