"Take her with you. We'll talk when we get back."
"Yes, my Lord."
A guardian lifted Shang Ningluo up, tucked her under his arms like a large sack, and left with Xue Fangyang.
…
In An Jiuyue's tent, Qian Yizheng and Qian Yirong stared at the table full of dishes, their stomachs growling from hunger.
However, they did not touch their chopsticks and only looked at their mother.
"Mother, I'm hungry. When is Uncle Jiyun coming?" Qian Yirong asked pitifully. They were waiting for him to join them for dinner.
But how could he join them so quickly when he was entertaining guests? They were very suspicious.
"He should be here soon," An Jiuyue replied after some thought.
Dealing with Xue Fangyang would only require a few words, so he should be here soon.
Qian Yirong touched his stomach and muttered softly, "Soon? Then let's wait a little longer."
