Chen Wei's repeated calls of "sister-in-law" had Ao Cunxin beaming with delight.
Time slipped away as they chatted.
Only when Yang Jian entered the West Sea's territory did Ao Cunxin realize what was happening. "Oh no, that blockhead is here! Hurry and leave through the Water Eye at the back. Don't run into him!"
Chen Wei's heart was pounding too.
Loose talk was one thing, but who wouldn't panic at the prospect of facing Yang Jian in person?
Still, he had always known how to keep up appearances. Rather than turn tail and run, he put on a worried expression. "Sister-in-law, the True Lord is still furious. Can you hold him off here all by yourself?"
"Don't worry!" Ao Cunxin snorted, her face full of pride. "Since your sister-in-law gave you her word, naturally I have a clever plan to deal with him. Stop fussing and go take care of your business!"
Seeing that, Chen Wei felt reassured.
But he couldn't leave Ao Cunxin to bear the pressure alone. He called in Pang Long and Ma Muzhi, who had been waiting outside.
"Gentlemen."
"According to the plan we agreed on earlier, you two will stay here. When the True Lord comes in, help the Third Princess from the sidelines. Whatever happens, keep him tied down in the West Sea!"
"Sir, you can leave without worry!" Pang Long cupped his hands and accepted the order, his expression composed.
Chen Wei had great faith in his two trusted aides' abilities, but they would be facing Yang Jian, after all. Still uneasy, he added, "Are you sure you can hold him off?"
"Sir!" Ma Muzhi clasped his hands, a complete plan already in mind. "Set your mind entirely at ease. Just go to Guanjiangkou and bring the Third Holy Mother away. As for