Without Qin Rong needing to explain, Tang Xiaobai mostly understood what kind of blunder this was.
"I'll go have a look!" she said.
The Little Ancestor calmly stood up as well, not expressing any objection.
The group sent by the court had been placed on the western side of the Central Army Tent.
Hua Jian was smoothly taken away, partly because the young man made such a ruckus, using his life as a protest, and partly because Qin Rong had the attitude of enjoying watching the commotion grow, and thus allowed it.
Although the people were taken away, it was clear where they were taken to.
They were led directly to the outside of the young man's tent.
The tent was small, allocated to those minor officials without rank, and from outside, one could hear a gentle coaxing voice inside: "Are you cold? Warm your hands first. How, how dare they treat you like this!" The tone abruptly turned angry.
This voice... so unfamiliar?
Tang Xiaobai was a bit surprised.
