Although Inspector He tried to hide it, Zhao Hanzhang still noticed something unusual, especially when they were alone at the end. She could smell a faint, fresh scent of blood emanating from him.
As for why she mentioned it only now?
"He can still pretend to entertain us as if nothing happened, which means he won't die immediately. As long as he doesn't die on the spot, it's not so urgent," Zhao Hanzhang waved her hand, "Just letting you know, it's late, Mr. Ji and Uncle Qianli, go back and rest."
Ji Yuan pondered, "He's injured, so the attention of the people around him must be on him, and the control over the outside is certainly not as usual. Miss, should we pick a few people to follow him to Shouchun?"
Zhao Hanzhang hadn't thought of this, but when she heard it, she immediately turned to the side, "Come, come, Mr. Ji, let's go inside the tent and discuss this."
Ji Yuan glanced at her and turned to go inside with her.
Zhao Ju: ...So are we sleeping or not tonight?
