With an unreadable expression on her face, Meng Fuyao stammered, "Wh.. what mark?"
"Team down, Miss Meng cut throat…"
Meng Fuyao slammed her head against the window, startling the guard. Almost bursting into tears, she sighed. "No… how horrible…"
"Quick, pass the news and tell him not to come back then," Meng Fuyao blurted, grabbing her hair. "What's this… the fighting won't stop yet. It seems King De is about to rebel. He mustn't leave camp now. Oh no, oh no."
"I made contact upon waking up, but communication is one-way, and I can only pass the news back to the camp. News came back saying that Master had already left the camp, and was in a hurry. For safety reasons, he hadn't told anyone about his route, and the guards at the camp weren't able to catch up to him. Now, no one knows his whereabouts."
