Shen Roujia had no idea what the people behind her were saying, but the situation left her feeling somewhat irritable.
After everyone packed up and set out for Yancheng, Shen Roujia couldn’t help but feel nervous about how she would extricate herself from the situation in the future.
Just then, Zhang San stepped in to ease Shen Roujia’s concerns.
He quietly whispered to Shen Roujia, “The young general has already sent a message via carrier pigeon. Everything has been arranged, and even Glamorous Pavilion and the Hidden Pavilion are waiting for you in Yancheng. If the Martial Alliance truly intends to harm you, we won’t be afraid.”
Hearing this reassuring news, Shen Roujia felt a sudden wave of relief wash over her, and a smile gradually appeared on her face.
Shen Roujia didn’t know what awaited her next, but she knew it wouldn’t be a simple test.
The road to Yancheng was broad and spacious, lined with many trees and village houses.
At this moment, Shen Roujia couldn’t seem to focus her thoughts.
As she gazed at the simple scenery, a sense of calm settled in her heart.
The sound of the carriage wheels gently echoed, and everything became much quieter and more peaceful.
Shen Roujia looked at the now-sleeping Wu Yue beside her and yawned, feeling a bit more at ease.
She reminded herself that she didn’t truly belong to this world; whatever happened was just like paper figures, after all.
Shen Roujia comforted herself with this thought, as if trying to find some sense of security.
Before long, within a day’s journey, the carriage slowly entered the city gates just before they closed.
However, everyone’s expressions were somewhat solemn, and the streets seemed unusually quiet.
Shen Roujia suspected it had something to do with border issues, so she didn’t pay much attention to what might be different.