"Actually, I do have some other thoughts... Amu's leg illness flared up again, but if she becomes a maid to the King, she will have money to buy medicine from the Qin State, right? The remainder could buy a nice dress, buy a wine flask for my brother, and also..."
"There would be a chance to visit father's hometown, mother said he came from the Central Plains..."
Finally, there was a bloodstained handprint on the wall.
Help me.
Help me...
Wang Anfeng heard Lv Guanhong's voice by his ear; the old man was still some distance away, but familiar Qi allowed the transmission of sound, saying:
"What are you doing, Feng Wu?!"
"The strategy you set has reached its final step now... Come down quickly, that noble is already waiting."
Wang Anfeng closed his eyes, gently placed the rough papyrus down, then raised his hand to press his brow, looking at Lv Guanhong, fingers slightly spread, covering his face, murmuring softly.
"Strategy..."
