As discussions about grain requisition became more frequent, Shen Roujia heard the term “young general,” and her eyes lit up. She quickened her pace but still muttered to herself, “Should I really...?”
Just then, someone lightly tapped her on the shoulder.
Shen Roujia frowned, “Who is it?”
The person behind her didn’t speak, and Shen Roujia, feeling uneasy, looked around, noticing that others were glancing in her direction.
She heard the clinking of armor, followed by a familiar voice, “Jiaojiao...”
“Is it really you?”
Shen Roujia’s eyes widened in disbelief as she spun around to see Gu Zhi standing before her, dressed in military uniform and looking as valiant as ever. She rubbed her eyes in shock.
“Zhi Zhi!”
“I’m not seeing things, am I? It’s really you!”
Gu Zhi, equally delighted to see Shen Roujia, smiled as Shen Roujia naturally threw her arms around Gu Zhi’s shoulders, and the two embraced tightly.
“This is wonderful.”
Gu Zhi said with a smile, “You have no idea how long I’ve been looking for you. I finally took this grain requisition mission as an opportunity to come to Huizhou and find you.”
Shen Roujia was startled. “How did you know?”
Gu Zhi laughed and shook her head. “Did you forget what the Hidden Pavilion does?”
Only then did Shen Roujia remember that the Hidden Pavilion was the most powerful intelligence organization around. As the leader of the assassins, Gu Zhi would certainly know Shen Roujia’s whereabouts.