"Brother?"
Qin Qiu looked puzzled towards the direction, barely making out two figures hiding in an alley off the street, seemingly in an argument.
"Shh." Zhao Douan's expression was odd as he held skewered candied hawthorns, hinting with his eyes for his henchmen to wait, and he strode forward alone.
An old servant, approximately over fifty years old, stood in front of a boy of sixteen or seventeen, urgently saying,
"Young master, you mustn't go forward!
Those are government officers from the Imperial Court, many versed in martial arts, the old master has already fallen, and even the dogs of the Imperial Court dares to search this private residence; you barely escaped, how can you reveal yourself now?"
The young man was wrapped in a coarse cloth and wore a bamboo hat.
At this moment, his eyes brimmed with tears, like an angry little lion, struggling to move forward, and upon hearing those words, he said,
