As Shen Roujia watched, the number of signatures on the ten-thousand-signature document continued to grow, and the large barrels in the granary were filling up.
Shen Roujia looked at the scene with a satisfied expression, feeling as if she had just raised a child. Gu Zhi, of course, had no idea what was going on in Shen Roujia’s mind.
But in this situation, Shen Roujia decided not to interfere further.
She turned and left, but not before arranging for Zhang San to invite Gu Zhi, just in case. After all, this was a critical moment for Gu Zhi to assert her authority.
If she were to come into contact with anyone from the Northern Border, it would likely raise suspicions.
Wen Surong, on the other hand, had shown considerable sincerity during this time; otherwise, everything wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.
Shen Roujia lifted her chin and responded proudly, “Uncle, given the situation in Xi’an, we might have to wait a bit longer. San’er hasn’t returned yet, but he’s probably on his way.”
Wen Surong waved his hand dismissively, “A’jiao, there’s no need to rush these things. Since your friend is a Young General, it’s understandable that she’s busy. We should wait; that’s what we call etiquette.”
Shen Roujia couldn’t help but cover her mouth and chuckle, “Uncle, your Mandarin is quite good. You even know about etiquette now.”
Wen Surong smiled, appearing to have hidden all his sharp edges. Shen Roujia naturally had no idea about Wen Surong’s ruthless decisiveness, nor did she know that Tu Lie, the man in front of her, was a powerful figure on the prairie.
To her, they were just two big, silly men.