"I understand." Fang Lingjun was somewhat forlorn. Even if Fengyu didn't instruct her, she would keep her mouth shut, manage those around her properly, and ensure she wouldn't cause trouble for Fengyu. But after Ayu left, when would they meet again?
Fengyu understood her thoughts all too well. Ever since arriving in the Capital City, whenever she ventured out, she was almost inseparable from Fang Lingjun. She also couldn't bear to part from her friend.
"Who knows how long the chaos in Yangzhou will persist? Though wealthy, when the city gates are closed, it's nothing but an isolated fortress. Refugees are gathering at the gates in increasing numbers, and people die of hunger each day. The situation feels off; I can't shake the feeling that something terrible is imminent." Fengyu was deeply worried, her heart full of unease.
Fang Lingjun said, "Once my father arrives with his troops, everything will be fine."
