Hua Yan's lightness skill was rarely used, and even more rarely to its extreme. Now, as she carried Xia Yuan and rushed back to Beian City like the wind, she utilized her lightness skill to its utmost. Amidst the vast whiteness of the snow, only a fleeting shadow was seen.
The thirty thousand fast-moving troops bursting out from within West Mountain naturally did not notice, hastily making their way toward Beian City.
Along the way, Hua Yan pondered how the message had been leaked. The news of her requesting troops from Lu Zhiling was known to only a few: Tian Bujue, Cheng Guzhi, Cheng Zixiao, the Fifth Prince, Xia Ze, and the Hua Family's secret agents.
She reviewed all these individuals and felt it was impossible. Whether it was these few or the Hua Family's secret agents, they were people who had struggled alongside her against the plague. If they were to rebel, it should have been during the hardest and worst outbreak, not now.
So, where exactly did the problem lie?
