Outside Qingzhou City, the General personally saw them off.
Consort Ji stepped onto the luxurious carriage and, looking at Jiang Yuanhua, smiled and said, "General, please rest assured, Her Majesty will make every effort to relieve Qingzhou of its worries."
Upon hearing this, the General returned the smile, "Much appreciated, Consort Ji."
After a few more polite exchanges, he turned around, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
The other party wouldn't act until the rabbit was within reach. Had he, Jiang, lived in vain all these years? The successor he had painstakingly nurtured couldn't be snatched away so easily.
Recalling the rumors he heard back in the Capital City, a slight smile played on Jiang Yuanhua's lips.
Though the demon calamity in Qingzhou was urgent, it wasn't certain the consort would remain composed. Now it was a matter of who could hold their nerve.
