Doesn't dragging it out only make it more troublesome?
Jing Yiren really couldn't figure out what Lu Ming was planning?
She was just worried that the identity of Xue Fanghua was already exposed. What would happen next, imprisoned or executed?
If that's the case, wasn't rescuing her all in vain...?
That night, Jing Yiren dreamt about Little Prince Jin again.
The sky was at dusk, with the sky's clouds like fire, as if stained red with blood.
Linking with the horizon was a chaotic haze of gunpowder smoke.
A city had been burnt down to ashes.
The grown-up Little Prince Jin, clad in armor and battle gear, sat astride a fine horse, with rows of disciplined troops behind him.
They were under the city tower, outside the city walls.
And Jing Yiren stood on top of the city tower.
The city was a haze of gunpowder smoke, the war raged fiercely, and the relentless flames nearly reached the city walls. Jing Yiren had nowhere to escape.
