Han yichu decided to save Shu qingwu, so he immediately arranged for a group of elite soldiers to go in disguise.
His actions were too fast. When Marshal han heard it, he was so anxious that he wanted to see his son.
Marshal han was going to criticize han yichu, but when he saw han yichu's bloodshot eyes and the pain on his face, he felt like he was stuck in his throat.
Han yichu glared at his father, blaming him for not protecting qingwu and wasting his time.
He had to save qingwu as soon as possible, and han yichu felt like his heart was on fire.
"I don't agree with you going to the South," Marshal han said.
"Father!"
"You're my most important son. You're the one who has to inherit my family business. Aren't you courting death by going to the Nangong family's land?"
Han yichu looked calm, but she said firmly,""Father, it doesn't matter how dangerous it is. I don't care. I just want to save qingwu."
