"What's going on?" Zhao Douan asked curiously.
The middle-aged and downcast Du Ruhui sighed and explained, "I heard a rumor this morning that a big figure was killed in the city last night. In the middle of the night, Yunfu soldiers were scouring the streets. It seems that there are experts from the court lurking in the city."
He sighed again, though he harbored great ambitions, as a scholar with no power to fight, he could only aim to survive and keep his family safe.
Turmoil in the city was undoubtedly something he didn't want to see.
Mrs. Du also changed from her usual fierce demeanor and looked tense, glancing at her husband whom she often found cowardly: "What should we do about our family? Will we be affected?"
Du Ruhui frowned and said: "We still have enough food. Stay indoors, lock the doors, don't go out. Our mansion is near the government office residence, even the rebel army might not act recklessly."
