"Lord, are these the same people from yesterday?"
Chu Yun poured a cup of tea for Chu Sihan and thoughtfully asked.
"Regardless if they're the same people or not, they're all our enemies."
He took a sip from the teacup, then placed it on the table and rubbed his temples tiredly.
"We have already lost a few men yesterday. There will probably be more coming soon. Lord, do you have other plans?"
Chu Yun asked worriedly.
He knew the journey would not be peaceful when he was handling the wealth.
He did not understand why the Lord wanted to take the hot potato. Couldn't he just hand it over to the county magistrate?
When he thought of this, he asked suspiciously, "Lord, why didn't you give these riches to the county magistrate to manage them?"
"Hand them over to him?"
Chu Sihan smiled coldly. "Do you know why he forced Li Ming to admit his crime despite knowing that he was innocent?"
