Feng Qingxue received a reply from her parents along with some copies of ancient manuscripts, and by then, it was already September.
It was on the first of this month that the autonomous region was officially established. There were a series of adjustments in the local government, as well as something about Tibetan soldiers.
So, Lu Jiang had been too busy to return home for several days.
Feng Qingxue wished she could smack herself on the head a dozen times, as she seemed to have inadvertently mentioned the term "autonomous region" a few times. She didn't know if it would raise any suspicions among those who heard it, hoping they hadn't noticed.
Upon reflecting, she remembered bringing it up in front of Lou Shaonong and Lin Yufen once, and she couldn't recall who else she might have mentioned it to before that.
Disaster comes from careless talk! Disaster truly comes from the mouth.
