Zhang Quanzhong felt that although he could hear each word the old master said today clearly when separated, once they formed a sentence, he couldn't understand a thing.
"What do you mean?"
"Stop with 'your meaning, your meaning' already. They haven't even returned to the Capital City yet. Who knows how many will actually make it back." Only the Empress could grant that seal.
Grand Tutor Qin stood with his back turned, his body hunched, eyes twinkling with sharpness.
Zhang Quanzhong, standing behind him, repeated, "What did you say? Say it again. This old servant didn't hear clearly…"
...
Yan Wanqing had anticipated the journey back to the capital would be treacherous, given that so many people wanted her dead.
However, she hadn't expected wave after wave, group after group of assassins relentless in their pursuit, eager to sink their blades into her neck even if it meant marching to certain death.
