Witnessing Mr. Wu being stabbed to death, the Martial Arts Academy Disciple was scared out of his wits, and his treasure sword clattered to the ground.
Whether it was the villagers from Yanbian Village or the soldiers from the garrison, they all unanimously turned their gaze toward the youth on horseback, their eyes complex with respect tinged with awe.
"My lord need not worry,"
Only Xu Wencai came over, stroking his beard and said, "We should just go straight back, and Lord Thousand Households will certainly not blame you unduly. At most, you'll be given a title for atonement and meritorious service."
"You do see clearly."
That's what Chen Sansi had been thinking from the start.
Not to mention the matter of military supplies.
War was imminent; it was not possible to shake one's own people's morale on account of outsiders.
What he was truly worried about was that the disturbance wasn't big enough to manage to kill the old man from the Song Family too.
