Long Yan carefully looked around, unsure of how long it had been since he last encountered such an oppressive presence. After all, in the Qin Dynasty, aside from the officials and the commoners, even the commercial associations were only two large associations at most, so naturally, such things did not exist.
Long Yan just glanced at Jian Wuchen with a smile, only to see the latter staring blankly at the woman in his arms, completely ignoring the words of the four burly men.
"Please save me, my lord."
On her face, as pale as a duck egg, Li Hua with rain. This unexpectedly stirred Jian Wuchen's long-frozen heart, as the girl caught sight of Jian Wuchen's exquisite profile and felt a bit shy, after all, she was now in the arms of a stranger.
"Kid, I'm talking to you, did you hear?"
