Lu Yuan and his group rode their motorcycles toward the Provincial City.
Su Liyan asked, "Dear, once you've reported on your official business, can we go straight home?"
"Yes. Do you miss Bengbeng?" Lu Yuan replied.
"I do. Bengbeng is still so little." What mother doesn't miss her child?
A son a thousand miles from home makes a mother worry; a mother a thousand miles from home yearns for her son.
Su Liyan watched the group of trusted retainers following them, swords at their waists and rifles and mortars on their backs.
No matter how you looked at it, this formation didn't seem like a subordinate going to report to his superior. It looked more like they were staging a rebellion.
Although, the rifles and mortars were wrapped in burlap.
But the guards at the Provincial City's gates would still inspect everyone one by one.
The Court permitted private citizens to carry blades and swords, but strictly prohibited firearms, cannons, and armor.
