As he finished speaking, another man lifted his head, trembling. "Master, that man... he probably wasn't one of King Yan Nan's personal guards."
Tuoba Yu's brow furrowed. "What?"
The man took a deep breath and stammered out an explanation. "Your subordinate made a special investigation. Of his five hundred personal guards, some are dead, some are wounded. Except for the one who escaped earlier, all the rest are accounted for. And... and even that man, after we caught him a few days ago, was executed on the spot! So, the people who snuck into the manor this time to rescue King Yan Nan couldn't have been the men he brought with him!"
By the time he'd spoken the last word, Tuoba Yu's expression had become extremely grim.
"If that's true, then where in the world did that man come from!?"
A bold guess surfaced in his mind, leaving him deeply unsettled.
The kneeling men looked at each other in dismay, their faces pale.
