"I have made inquiries with the villagers. Knowing in advance about the impending chaos, the owner of this house has long fled, leaving only a few house servants to watch over the place.
Fresh wheel tracks are at the door, suggesting that not long ago, the people here witnessed the burning of Baihua Village, were seized with fear, and fled overnight to avoid being caught up in it."
Xu Zhenguan stood calmly in the courtyard, analyzing the situation.
Sure makes sense... Zhao Douan relaxed slightly, joked with a smile:
"Isn't that convenient? It seems as if this entire house was reserved just for us."
"..." Xu Zhenguan remained silent, her cheeks seem redder than usual in the darkness.
This time, the night was quiet, with only the Emperor and the subject in the entire house, with enemy pursuit inevitably following soon, leaving them little time.
Every minute, every second, is precious.
