"Song Cheng," Nan Feng continued, "this war erupted because of me, and with the populace outside in a state of perpetual fear, I feel it's my duty to do something for them. Don't worry; I can take care of myself. Besides, hasn't my brother arranged a good number of Guards for me? They will protect me too. If I keep festering in this Yamen backyard, I'll end up sick with ennui. The locals here don't recognize me, so when the time comes, just say I'm a little Assistant sent from the Capital City. Don't reveal my identity. What do you think?"
After pondering for quite a while, Song Cheng found himself unable to decide, so he looked at Madame Song, who also hesitated for a long time before she said, "Indeed, staying cooped up indoors everyday will make one sick. So, if Nan Feng is going, then I will also go. I shall accompany her."
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