"Young Master, Young Master, wait for me!"
Down the street, a figure dashed swiftly, Wei Gongyan pursued frantically, while Wei Gongzhan, holding the liquor he had prepared, followed far behind. He felt an impulsive urge, suddenly wanting to run back to Daqing Mountain.
He didn't wish to betray the Young Master, he only wanted to give the neighbors—whom he treated close as family—time to prepare.
After all...if the Imperial Court really invaded, it was likely they would be purged.
Even if they weren't purged, the methods of the local gentry could be more brutal than those of cruel officials. They would squeeze dry every last nutrient from the valued farmers of Daqing Mountain!
The wish to bring his mother here to enjoy her old age might end up...just wishful thinking after all...
"Gongyan..."
