Early the next morning, the Heir of the Duke of the Country stood at the city gate, looking towards the city.
A grand procession followed behind him, and these people, besides being his guards, were also responsible for escorting supplies.
"Young Master, it's time for us to go," a companion reminded him.
"I know." The Heir of the Duke of the Country took one last look in the direction of the city, mounted his horse, and prepared to leave.
"Wait..." someone shouted loudly.
The Heir of the Duke of the Country turned back and saw another cavalry rushing toward them.
Leading the way were people from the Prince An Mansion.
The convoy drew closer, and someone poked their head out of the carriage and said to the Heir of the Duke of the Country, "Did you bring enough medicinal herbs?"
The Heir of the Duke of the Country saw Jiang Jing, his eyes filled with light: "Why are you here?"
