"Bandits?" Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows.
Xia Ying nodded vigorously, almost tearing her wound again before she stopped and said, "Yes, I heard from the maid in the Second Master's room that the First Master and his men were robbed by bandits, which is why they were injured like this..."
"What about the Yang family soldiers? Are there any casualties?"
This was asked by Dong Shuang.
Xia Ying shook her head. "I don't know about that either. However, I heard that the villagers who pushed the master and his men back haven't left yet. I can ask someone about it."
"Then why are you still standing there? Go ask someone and get some clarification."
"good."
Xia Ying left in a hurry.
Dong Shuang looked at Yang Zhao and saw that she was lost in thought. She couldn't help but comfort her, "Madam, don't worry..."
"Dongshuang, I want to eat soup pot." Yang Zhao suddenly said.
What?
Dong Shuang was stunned.
Yang Zhao looked up at the sky where snowflakes began to fall like goose feathers. The breath he exhaled turned into white mist. He held the warm hot water bottle in his hands under his cloak, but a rare smile appeared on his face.
"It's so cold, it's a perfect time to warm yourself up with a hot pot. I won't go to the meeting room. I'll just say I'm not feeling well and have the housemaids and maids go to Qin Garden."
Dong Shuang looked at her master in front of her. Although she seemed to have not changed much, for some reason, her heart could not help but tremble slightly, and a long-lost excitement surged in her heart.
She seemed to see... her master from six years ago.
The master who was not bound by these high walls, who was not willing to fold his wings because of dormancy—
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