The cold wind swept into the tent, and as Qin Liuxi and the others turned their heads to look, a man with a scruffy beard, a face weathered by the elements, and wearing a heavy cloak appeared before their eyes.
Who else could it be but the Quan Family's son?
Xi Zheng frowned: "Why did you rush here? Shouldn't you be guarding Ancheng?"
The Quan Family's son had dark circles under his eyes, bloodshot eyes full of fatigue, clearly having rushed over the moment he received the message. He took off his cloak and said hoarsely, "The child was born prematurely, even before Qi Xingzi could arrive. How could I stay put?"
Xi Zheng's heart softened as he said, "Didn't I tell you that mother and child are safe? I've already mentioned that the temple master helped us, so there's nothing to worry about. You should focus on ensuring the city is safe and the country is stable."
