Bu Er led Yang Qing out of Fan City amid the chaos, heading straight for the Quiet Retreat outside the city.
The Quiet Retreat had quite a reputation. It was a temporary palace the Former Emperor had personally overseen the construction of when he visited the Fan City Iron Mine with his entourage years ago. Though small, it offered peace and seclusion.
Now, this place, which had stood unused for so long, received two uninvited guests.
"Young master, why have we come here?" Bu Er looked at Yang Qing in bewilderment.
Bu Er naturally knew this place. Before their first visit to Fan City, Yang Qing had sent him to scout it out.
He had never expected Yang Qing to sneak here with him.
"Besides, this is the Northern Liang Former Emperor's temporary palace. It is royal property. How could outsiders be allowed to come and go freely?"
Yang Qing smiled. "We're merely borrowing a place to stay for a few nights. What harm is there in that?"
"Besides, though this is a dragon's lair, it is only a temporary palace. After the Northern Liang Late Emperor passed away, it fell further into neglect with each passing day. Clearly, Duan Ziqian has no fondness for it."
Bu Er froze. "By your reasoning, young master, should we thank the Murong Family for coming here?"
Had Duan Ziqian not pressed them so hard that their lives were at stake, master and servant would probably never have come here.
"There's no need for thanks, but we have secured the advantage of terrain." Yang Qing was not annoyed by Bu Er's words. He merely gestured for Bu Er to choose a secluded spot with him.
The owner hardly ever came here, and even if he did, they would have no way of dealing with