Jiang Chen had still come away with quite a haul after this trip to the palace.
First, although this saber didn’t look like much, it gave Jiang Chen the feeling of meeting an old friend.
In addition, Princess Gouyu’s plan to arrange some men for him could resolve his critical condition, one in which fire was singing his eyebrows.
Although his personal strength had greatly improved recently, his personal strength was not wholly up to the task of handling the large maelstrom that was the capital, one that could worsen at any time.
If a few good men could be sent, at least that could free up Jiang Ying and allow him to stay within the manor and preside over matters with peace of mind.
It was already night when he had returned to the manor.
Jiang Chen sat down cross legged. The nameless saber was propped up in front of him.
A man and a saber sat facing each other beneath the moonlight.
