"Have everyone on this estate leave. With these two dead, the people on the other side will find out soon."
Jiang Zhizhou was somewhat dispirited. He had indeed been careless; he had never expected the enemy's men to infiltrate his own territory so quickly.
"Xiao Zhou, we're under Duan Hongzhuo's very nose now. Naturally, we can't treat everything as we did in Western Chu."
Yang Qing comforted Jiang Zhizhou. "In fact, we should thank the Regent King for being far too clever about this."
"You mean we haven't suffered a crushing defeat this time?" Jiang Zhizhou looked at Yang Qing.
"Of course not. It's just that this game between us and them has only just begun."
Yang Qing said, "For now, we can no longer use this estate. And for a long time to come, you won't be able to use your contacts here in Northern Liang either."
"The moment we make contact, those men will pick up our trail. What we can do now is hide our light and bide our time."
Jiang Zhizhou was weighed down with worry. "But wouldn't that leave us struggling to take a single step here? Unable to contact anyone or obtain any news, we'd be no different from the blind and deaf."
Yang Qing shook his head. "Duan Hongzhuo might have laid plans against your men in advance, but even he can't cover every angle."
Worry clouded Jiang Zhizhou's face. "I never expected the situation in Northern Liang to change so quickly."
When he had first established this estate, he had done so in utmost secrecy. The people who knew of it could be counted on one hand.
Apart from Jiang Zhizhou himself, the Marquis of Anguo—his father—knew about it. The one other person privy to the matter was inside Northern Liang's imperial