Duke Huan's carriage rolled away over the puddles of the rainy night.
The Xiu Luo Envoys hidden in the dark exchanged glances.
They whispered to each other, "Should we also make a move against him?"
Earlier, when the Taoist and Monk couldn't arrive, the Xiu Luo Envoys had put in considerable effort.
One of the Xiu Luo Envoys contemplated for a moment.
"Let's not bother for now. The Marquis only asked us to keep an eye on Song Qingying and not let anyone rescue her."
"As for the matter of Duke Huan, go report it to the Marquis, and we'll continue to disperse and stand guard around here."
"If anyone tries to invite a Taoist or monk, we'll immediately obstruct them."
The Xiu Luo Envoys nodded in agreement, and like shadows, they melted back into the cold night, disappearing individually.
When Bai Zhi'er woke up the next morning, she sat by the dining table having breakfast.
Bai Xingye recounted what happened to Song Qingying last night as a joke to his sister.
