Yang Wenxiao stood up. "Alright, everyone pack your things; we're heading to the manor."
Upon hearing his words, Tong Sanlang quickly spoke up, "Not waiting any longer?"
"No need to wait. With her abilities, she'll surely know our whereabouts. Let's go to the manor," said Yang Wenxiao, his expression and tone both very calm.
After he gave the command, everyone began to pack up their belongings and evacuate. The guards entered the secret tunnel, ready to collect the torches one by one.
The tunnel was quite long. The guards pulled carts into it, transporting the torches out cart by cart.
This task would take quite some time, and Yang Wenxiao had no intention of waiting. He and Yang Zheng got into a sedan chair to descend the mountain.
Just then, a shout from Ren Zhong came from the tunnel, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty wait—"
"Stop," Yang Wenxiao turned to look at the entrance of the tunnel.
