The mountain breeze caressed her face. The horrifying ambush seemed like a long time ago. Fu Rou stood at the monastery and looked down. She saw the palace servants loading their luggage onto the carriage as the guards got ready to leave.

The thing that was edged most deeply into her mind was how energetic Sheng Chumu’s troop of a hundred men were. They were spread out in groups of threes but would occasionally make a strange hand signal to communicate with each other. In their small groups of threes, they protected a large perimeter, making it feel extremely well secured.

A while back, Prince Qin and the rest were all safe when Fu Rou found them. Sheng Chumu had been sent by the Emperor to secretly guard them. That was how they were able to neutralise the danger quickly.

With the addition of the hundred soldiers, Linghu Deguan was able to create an impenetrable defence. Hence, Fu Rou was able to relax and enjoy the mountain breeze.

Sheng Chumu walked to Fu Rou’s side. He did not say anything and simply accompanied her.

“General Sheng.” Fu Rou broke the silence. “Do you need something?”

“Court Lady Fu.” Sheng Chumu followed her gaze and looked down. The group was in plain...