They traveled for two more days. Tomorrow, they would be able to enter Ling'an City.
Zhou Cangyan ordered his men to make camp outside the city.
Song Lianhe stood on a small hill, gazing at the distant gates of Ling'an City.
Her thoughts turned to Marquis Xuan Chang, as well as Cao Ying, Shuang Ye, and the General Mansion.
Song Xingfeng might not have been a good person, but that place held all of the original owner's childhood memories...
In truth, there were many times when Song Lianhe could hardly tell herself apart from the body's original owner. The memories were so entrenched in her mind, she couldn't distinguish which belonged to the original owner and which were her own.
Chun Hua flew over silently and landed on her shoulder.
Song Lianhe let out a soft sigh. "Have they all forgotten about me?"
"CHIRP."
"...Song Xilan has no medical skills and doesn't practice medicine, which means there's no Medical Clinic. In other words, my entire livelihood is gone."
"CHIRP."
