An Jing frowned, "Suddenly appeared from the mountains?"
"Yes. Because they were masked, we don't know what they look like, and as soon as the Chilin soldiers surrendered, they left."
Thinking about how Xiao Changyi was looking at Gong Juechen just now, An Jing frowned, "You suspect... it's Gong Juechen's people?"
Xiao Changyi nodded.
An Jing laughed softly, "How do you always manage to suspect him?"
Xiao Changyi sighed lightly, "Rather than suspecting it's him, I worry it might be him."
An Jing understood what Xiao Changyi meant and instantly fell silent. If Gong Juechen has no power, it's truly just like this; he could be at peace with Su Chengyu, but if he has power, the greater his power, the more Su Chengyu will fear him, and then peace would be hard to achieve.
...
In the evening, just as An Jing and Xiao Changyi were preparing to leave the posthouse for Jingye City, Meng Zhuqing hurriedly came to find them.
"Your Highness."
Xiao Changyi remained silent.
