"Yes, what is it?" Ye Jiu's heart suddenly tightened, and he somewhat regretted asking the question.
With Dongyue and Nanchang at war, her identity as a subject of Dongyue naturally became sensitive.
He didn't know if the old woman would overthink things. If she became wary of him, then all the effort he had put into pleasing her would have been in vain.
As Ye Jiu was still thinking, he heard the old woman warn, "Ugly girl, let me tell you, the matters of war are for the big shots, and you mustn't harbor any ulterior motives, otherwise..."
Ye Jiu immediately raised his finger to swear, "Mother Wang, you are wronging me here. Whether it's Dongyue or Nanchang, it makes no difference to me. When I was in Dongyue, all I did was starve and freeze, but coming to Nanchang, I finally got to have a full meal."
"Hmph, as long as you know that in your heart. Alright, it's getting late, let's go buy some red paper for cutting window decorations and head back," said the old woman.
