The carriage stopped in front of the gate, and the two of them got off and walked towards the mansion carrying their large bags of items.
They bumped into Zhu Lie when they returned to the main courtyard. Zhu Lie’s eyes widened when he saw them and came forward in surprise. “Wangye, Wangfei, what were you doing?”
Wen Tian did not expect to meet Wen Zeming at this time, nor did he expect that he would be so bold to come to Sifang Town. In his previous life, Wen Tian always thought that Wen Zeming’s and his mother were hidden away in the temple. Wen Boli only brought them in after his promotion. Wen Tian didn’t expect that he had been overthinking it.
Ye Yunting looked at Li Fengqi with surging emotions in his eyes. There was soreness and indignation, regret and helplessness, but the greatest among them was… heartache.
The Prince of Yong’an who guarded the border, the God of War of Beizhao who protected the peace of the country had been forced into such a situation by those people. When he finally joined forces with Han Chan, had he also been filled with contempt for himself?
That night, Ye Yunting suddenly had another dream. And in the dream was Li Fengqi.
He was emaciated, half-leaning on the head of the bed, his whole person was shrouded in shadow, looking gloomy and cold. “Xuanjia Army… how many people are left?”
Zhu Lie stared at the account book in Ye Yunting's hand with a heart-wrenching expression, looking very eager.
Ye Yunting felt a little hot while holding the account book.
He glanced at Li Fengqi, a little unsure if he meant what he said, or if he was just using him as a shield to repel Zhu Lie.
Li Fengqi’s prediction was quickly proven correct. As expected, Li Zong did not follow Qiao Hairen’s suggestion, but instead sent anothe...