"Miss! Miss!" Cong Ge burst into the tent at this moment, and as soon as she entered, she saw the head from Yan Jing in the Brocade Box, her small face instantly devoid of any color.
She knew that the one who was even more emotionally devastated was her own Miss, so Cong Ge hurried to her side.
"Miss…" At this moment, Cong Ge also didn't know what to say.
Yan Wanqing looked down, tears falling on the cheeks of Yan Jing, eventually merging with the blood.
The blood hadn't yet coagulated, signifying that this head had been chopped off not long ago, intentionally left in the Brocade Box for her to see.
Yan Wanqing's voice was hoarse as she suddenly shouted, "Cong Ge."
"Help me hold Uncle," she said, placing the Brocade Box in Cong Ge's arms, then without a second word, she pushed her forcefully and steadily out of the military tent. In the blink of an eye, the long sword on the ground was already in her palm.
