Yang Ruxin's eyebrows still furrowed for a moment. Such a bloody situation made her somewhat uncomfortable, but she quickly calmed down. This was a good thing to deter Yuan Country's army—their leader's death would shake their morale.
Gu Qingheng grasped her hand.
"I'm fine, let's go." Yang Ruxin smiled.
The soldiers guarding the south gate were in a pretty good mood. After all, once they finished their shift, they could enjoy their time with those women.
"Sir, something's wrong…" Just then, a Yuan soldier came running, speaking in Yuan Country's language, "The General Residence is on fire…"
The commanding officer of the guards widened his eyes in alarm: "Go put out the fire."
"We did, but many were choked by the smoke and collapsed. So, I came to seek reinforcement…" After Gu Qingheng finished speaking, he turned and ran back, "Hurry, sir, I still need to go rescue Lord Alatan."
