Master gazed at the full table of wine, meat, and dishes, the corners of his lips lifted self-mockingly, "Being a bandit does seem like a decent occupation, just this table alone must be worth several taels of silver."
He picked up his chopsticks with his left hand and took a bite but suddenly found himself unable to swallow.
He missed the taste of home.
It had been over half a month since he left home, and he had no idea how things were there now.
...
Dong Huiying silently infiltrated the mountain stronghold.
Most likely because the bulk of the camp's manpower had been dispatched, only a few were left behind to keep watch.
This camp actually resembled a village more, and when she had fled with Liang Yuening and Hong Xiangjun previously, they were in too much of a rush to notice much.
