Tang Huan transmigrates to a desolate land as a minor county magistrate, so poor that even the county office leaks wind. After enduring hardships, he finally resolves to change his fate. Through fi...
When are you going back?
As Tang Huan walked, she casually asked the question.
Gongyang Tingbai did not answer the question immediately. After a while, he said, "Let's wait a few more days. I thought you would ask me to stay in Qihuai County for a few more days."
"I would like you to stay here as long as possible. As long as you, Princess, live in Qihuai County, the relationship between the Northern Region and Daqing cannot be too bad. However, someone has to facilitate this trade. I have already persuaded the Empress in Daqing, but someone has to go back to the Northern Region."
“I can have General Gongshan take the message back, and then wait here for the Northern Region delegation to come. We can go back with the delegation then.”
Tang Huan thought for a moment, "That would work too."
Before they knew it, the two had arrived near the city gate.
Compared to the city gates that are open during the day, only a small gate remains after nightfall.
The area near the entrance was brightly lit, and two figures were sitting there playing cards.
"Let's go take a look." Tang Huan led Gongyang Tingbai toward the city gate.
Before the two could get close, they suddenly saw the two city guards, who had been relaxed, stand up and then face the outside of the city with a particularly serious attitude.
Something's not right.
Tang Huan realized something was wrong and, without even calling out to Gongyang Tingbai, immediately ran quickly toward the city gate.
When he arrived at the city gate, he saw a figure standing outside the gate.
His whole demeanor was sinister and eerie, and his gaze was like that of a cold-blooded snake.
"Halt! Entry tax!" a city guard said.
The other person did not answer, but walked straight over, seemingly intending to barge in.