Liang Hengxiao sat on his personal attendant's back and looked at the empty room that was filled with people. His eyes were empty.
The deputy general was completely stunned.
He was the one who suffered the greatest shock. After all, he had seen with his own eyes that there was nothing in this warehouse.
The others were about the same. Wasn't this too miraculous?
The deputy swallowed his saliva and looked at Shi Qingluo. "Princess Fubao, did your master give us all this?"
Shi Qingluo smiled and said, "My master didn't give it to you. I collected it from Northern City. I just asked my master to help transfer it here."
She thought to herself, 'Master, I'll burn more incense for you when we get back. I'll have to make you take the blame again. Please forgive me!'
The deputy general's face was still filled with disbelief. "Your master is still here?"
Shi Qingluo shrugged. "Not anymore."
