Zhao Chi stood outside the Lord's House, his brow tightly furrowed.
Nearly two hundred women stood before him, their eyes fixed on him. No one dared to disturb him.
Only Gu Qing asked softly, "My Lord, has something happened?"
Zhao Chi shook his head and sighed. "No, it's actually a good thing. Perhaps our daily battles are about to come to an end."
"No more fighting?" Gu Qing and the rest of the crowd were taken aback.
"There's no confirmed news yet, but that's what the system currently shows. Everyone, dismiss. Go get some rest if you need to."
Gu Qing and Tang Ruan exchanged a glance.
Then, Gu Qing waved her hand. "Everyone, go back to your work. If you're tired, sleep for two hours. There are no battles for now. Dismissed."
Hearing this, the women all dispersed.
Gu Qing leaned in and whispered, "Does this have anything to do with what just happened?"
She was referring to their recent escape from the Nobles.
