Seeing Yao Guanglai stopped at the door and did not leave, Lin Jiaojiao, rubbing her temples, looked over curiously.
After a moment, Yao Guanglai seemed to recall something and turned to approach her again, she asked, "Is there anything else?"
"Your Highness, I remembered something." Yao Guanglai looked somewhat grave.
"Speak." Lin Jiaojiao said, not knowing why, she seemed to have lost her patience recently.
Yao Guanglai said, "When we were bandits on Qingliang Mountain, there was a madman in the fortress."
"A madman?" Lin Jiaojiao frowned, "Has it got anything to do with Daoist Taiping?"
Yao Guanglai nodded: "Yes, but the madman the old man mentioned was quite young, probably seventeen or eighteen years old."
"At that time, we had just come from Yangzhou to the Capital to petition the court, but we had no connections, and we ended up labeled as fugitives and joined the fortress's leader!
