"Oh?"
At Zhang Xinnian's words, Jiang Xiaobai raised his eyebrows slightly and reached out to lift the carriage curtain.
He looked ahead, and an enormous memorial hall came into view.
The hall stood on elevated ground, with steps climbing the slope before it and buildings neatly arranged on either side.
At the very top stood a towering main hall, its appearance solemn and imposing.
As Jiang Xiaobai took it in, admiration showed plainly on his face.
Indeed, the Hall of Martyrs had been built on an even grander scale than he had imagined.
Especially from a distance, the lofty stone monument and main hall carried an indescribable sense of weight and solemnity.
It seemed the Imperial Court had truly put some thought into building this place.
Yet while Jiang Xiaobai admired it, Helian Zhaoyue and Helian Mingchuan both frowned inside the carriage.
Naturally, they knew exactly who was honored within the Hall of Martyrs.
With a cold expression, Helian Zhaoyue looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said, "Jiang Xiaobai, even if you've built this Hall of Martyrs, don't dream of getting anyone from Northern Yu to set foot inside!"
"Heh!"
Jiang Xiaobai merely gave a faint smile at her words. Without answering, he continued watching the Hall of Martyrs draw closer outside.
Seeing his response, Helian Zhaoyue's frown only deepened.
Indeed, had Jiang Xiaobai argued back or mocked her a little on the spot, she would not have thought much of it.
But the bastard said nothing at all. He simply sat there smiling.
The more he behaved like this, the more uneasy she felt.
Helian Mingchuan's expression turned cold as well.
Helian Zhaoyue had already told him all about the Hall of Martyrs, and he knew Jiang Xiaobai's reasons for building it were inextricably tied to Northern Yu.
But their