"Sir? Sir?"
In the courtyard of the Tie family, seeing Zhao Douan staring at the note, lost in thought for a long time, two Masters softly called out to him.
Zhao Douan then snapped back to reality.
Zheng Laojiu, with his keen mind, said,
"Sir, did you recall something? If this note is genuine, I'm afraid your movements have already been monitored by the rebels."
Zhao Douan fell silent for a moment, clutched the note in his palm, and said,
"You stay here to 'preserve the scene', I need to verify some things."
After speaking, he stepped out of the courtyard, mounted his horse, and galloped toward White Horse Hall.
The wind blew his disheveled hair, and Zhao Douan pursed his lips. Is it you?
...
There are many roads leading out of White Horse Hall.
One of them is to exit through the side gate and head to the nearest riverbank.
