Although the conversation between them sounded amicable, in reality, neither trusted the other.
In Fang Yue's eyes, Chen Cheng'an was once a 'hot-blooded' youth. He had spoken out for the farmers at the Martial Examination, those who were struggling to survive under the burden of increased taxes.
But now, he had become a wanted criminal, a rebel who had killed an official.
There was no telling—no guarantee—that Chen Cheng'an's character was the same as before.
Perhaps if Fang Yue got any closer and revealed an opening, the man would attack without a moment's hesitation.
And if Chen Cheng'an were truly open and honorable, why would he be hiding like this, afraid to show his face?
Hiding in that thatched hut, not revealing himself—wasn't that a sign of his own defensiveness?
"Ahem... Brother Fang, you're willing to let me leave? If I recall correctly, my head is currently worth three thousand taels of silver!"
