The soldiers with Shen Qing grew wary, their eyes fixed on Zhao Dashan.
Shen Qing shot them a look, then smiled and greeted him without denying anything. "Mr. Zhao, long time no see. What are you doing here?"
"I... I'm here delivering wine. Some of the soldiers were craving it, so they ordered from us as soon as their injuries started to heal..."
Zhao Dashan stared at her, his expression a mixture of shock and suspicion. He suddenly grabbed her by the sleeve, pulled her aside, and whispered, "Miss Shen, are you being held captive?
I've been looking for you ever since I got back to Xizhou, but I couldn't find you anywhere. My mother and I have been worried sick that something happened to you.
Why... Why are you dressed like this? And why are all these soldiers following you?"
