An Guanglu's heart skipped a beat, and he asked the soldier who came to report,
"Are they children of the Hu or the Central Plains?"
"Children of the Central Plains."
The soldier quickly answered when he saw the commander. Someone brought the group of children out of the west wing. Both boys and girls were around three or four years old. Most of them were frightened and had tears on their faces. They looked timidly at the soldiers in the courtyard, but no one cried out. They all cried silently.
"Whose children are you?"
An Guanglu walked over and asked them gently.
Seeing that An Guanglu wasn't fierce, the children wanted to talk to him but couldn't make a sound. Seeing that these children couldn't speak, An Guanglu frowned and wondered,
"What is the Wan family up to? Why did you get a bunch of mute children?"
