What followed was Yan Ci's unprecedentedly stern voice, "Get away, don't touch me!"
"Ci!"
"Dad, it's hard for Mom to come here, don't make her angry first."
Listening to the chaotic sounds outside, Xu Jing's mouth twitched slightly. He got off the carriage without hesitation and saw, not far away, a dozen men holding torches surrounding them. In front, Yan Ci looked wary, glaring at a middle-aged man in his forties, tall and strong, whose weathered face still revealed a hint of his youthful charm.
Beside him stood a young man with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, his posture as upright as a pine tree, resembling him a bit. The young man was holding him back, preventing him from rushing toward Yan Ci. He was obviously Yan Ci and the former Shuofang Jiedu Envoy Cui Shidu's son, now the Shuofang Jiedu Envoy—Cui Han.
Xu Jing's eyes flickered slightly.
Finally, he met the main person.
