Is that you... my dear Leng?
Under the moonlight, Ren Ye looked at the burly young man kneeling on one knee, filled with joy and excitement.
Thinking back, Ren Ye had been beset on all sides the first time he entered the Star Gate. The only people around him whom he could trust, and who would support him unconditionally, were his female simp Lian'er and his reckless personal guard Er Leng.
Time had flown since the battle at Canyon Pass, and they had been apart for over half a year. Under the Little Bad King's wise leadership, Qingliang Prefecture had been "thriving": over a hundred thousand people had contracted the plague, and the Empire had nearly gone bankrupt several times... So much had changed that it left one sighing.
Tap, tap...!
Ren Ye jogged over and excitedly grabbed Er Leng's arm. "Quick, get up. I thought you and Fenglin would be waiting at our agreed meeting place...!"
"Hehe."
Er Leng grinned. "The strategist did want to wait there, but I missed you too much, Your Highness, and wanted to come meet you. I never expected to run into this scoundrel fleeing alone. When I heard fighting over here, I decisively chopped his head off."
As he spoke, he scratched his head with a radiant smile, looking utterly simple and honest.
"Leng, let's just say... did you consider that if he was the last scoundrel who knew the inside story, and you chopped him down, how would I find out where they came from or who they were working for?" Ren Ye asked softly.
Er Leng shook his head without thinking and replied in a deep voice, "No. When I heard the fighting, I was worried about your safety... All I thought about was killing him quickly and rushing over to