Zihe was relieved.
“So I have to quicken my pace,” Xie Lingqin murmured softly.
Zihe didn't hear clearly, but seeing Xie Lingqin's calm and composed demeanor, she felt a faint sense of anticipation.
It seemed that, without her noticing, she always felt that no matter what happened, the young lady could handle it.
But she was clearly so thin and frail.
...
As soon as darkness fell, Xie Lingqin changed into men's clothing and stumbled out of the General's Mansion.
The moon was bright and the stars were few, the silvery light like water, yet there were hardly any people on the street.
Even the voices coming from the taverns and shops seemed shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.
That's true, after all, so many people died in Baili.
Two hundred and three people perished overnight, and the once glorious Anping Marquis's mansion thus came to an end in the history of Beirong, forever barred from the court.
When the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked.
Are they colluding with barbarians in an attempt to usurp the throne?
Oh!
Xie Lingqin sneered and stopped without realizing it. Although it had been cleaned, it looked fine from the outside. The Anping Marquis's mansion was still grand and luxurious.
However, the bloody wind still lingered around my nose.
Xie Lingqin was about to leave when her gaze narrowed slightly.
Ahead, a figure darted out from the Marquis An's residence. The figure was incredibly fast and light-footed. If it weren't for her exceptional eyesight, she probably wouldn't have been able to see it.
Moreover, that figure seemed quite familiar.
Xie Lingqin composed herself, and with a few leaps, followed.
---Aside---
The bloody storm is far from over.
May you accompany me on my journey~
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