On the way back in the carriage, Meng Qianqian was constantly trying to think about who exactly Duan Mingyue was.
Clearly a person of Great Zhou, yet so well-versed in the state of affairs of Great Liang.
To the extent that Lu Fengyin believed he had the ability to help her obtain the Black Armor Army.
Was it that Lu Fengyin was naive and fell for his boasts, or did he truly have such abilities?
Furthermore, his comment "I'm not Medicine King Valley, taking money from both sides," indicated he knew about the deal between Mao Tu and her, and Gongsun Yanming.
Unfortunately, her mind couldn't recall the slightest memory of this person.
Was it that her former life never met him, or had she simply forgotten him?
Meng Qianqian shook her head.
No rush. Meeting a few more times and the missing memories would surely resurface, just like the cellar of the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.
She turned back and silently noted the name of the teahouse.
This teahouse was his.
"Slurp~"
