"Truly," Zhao Hanzhang solemnly nodded, "More real than gold."
The four people's hearts slowly settled, and after exchanging a glance, they silently sat unmoving on the ox cart.
The three messengers on the other ox cart became increasingly despairing; although they were still tied up in sacks and couldn't see the surroundings, they could hear.
Hearing that Zhao Hanzhang soothed people with just a few words, they felt hopeless about returning home in this lifetime.
Clearly, she was waiting for them to escape so she could kill them without any psychological burden; but if they didn't escape, what good outcome could they expect?
They arrived at Zhao's Fortress close to evening, where the parents of the four children had already been waiting, and immediately approached when they saw the convoy.
The four children were especially delighted to see their parents, jumping off the cart and running to them, the family embraced and wept bitterly.
