"Hmm?"
"Would Li Zhaoyuan ever speak of such illusory things?"
Xu Yuan still smiled gently, his eyes betraying neither joy nor anger, "Since he dared to inform us, he must have secured some military power for himself."
He certainly understood the purpose of Li Zhaoyuan's visit.
The so-called comrade-in-arms was not just any military hostage.
Li Qingyan looked up at Xu Yuan, curiosity in her eyes:
"Changtian, you seem to know something?"
This cunning woman's reactions were as quick as ever.
However, Xu Yuan did not respond immediately, glancing instead at the man in the black robe standing to the side.
Great, this uncle was self-isolating again.
Quite conscientiously.
But then again, someone who dealt with intelligence alongside Lou Ji would know very well that curiosity could be lethal at any moment.
Redirecting his gaze, Xu Yuan took Li Qingyan's arm and stepped into the carriage.
The scent of incense lingered inside, faintly mixed with the aroma of jasmine flowers.
