"I was... just a child back then." Rong Heng continued to eat another piece of rose pastry with a grievance, the snacks made by Mrs. Wang were so delicious that without them these past two months, heaven knows how he managed to endure it.
Gu Lan released the carrier pigeon carrying the message to Gu Chengzhao, watching as the pigeon disappeared into the night, she softly said:
"Now my father will be relieved, but the recent events in the Capital City will not be hidden from those Qiangrong tribes on the Snowfield, and they might be getting restless at Dingbei Pass again. He and Duoji still need to remain vigilant, so he won't be able to come back this New Year."
Tomorrow night is New Year's Eve, or rather it's already considered New Year's Eve in a short while. Marquis Gu can only guard the Northern Territory alone, with bitterness.
