"We're coming too."
The servants and maids of the General's Estate all crowded forward.
Peony swept her gaze over them, her heart full of gratitude. "Alright. Let's go."
The group all walked out of the main hall.
"Wait," Sang Zhi called out.
Huaihua and the others turned back.
"I'll go with you."
Everyone was stunned.
Sang Zhi clasped his hands behind his back, pushed through the crowd, and strode out the door.
Peony and the others snapped out of it and hurried to follow. With the Eighth Prince accompanying them, they felt more confident. After all, no one would dare drive away a prince, and the common people were more likely to believe his words.
Madam Zhan followed them for a few steps, watching the impassioned group. Her heart was filled with both gratitude and emotion. 'The General's Estate may be small, but every one of its people has spirit.'
