Chapter 450 – Money Blown by the Wind (Part Four)
The young boy was the most sensitive to the atmosphere around him; Changsheng blinked her big watery eyes, not understanding what was happening.
Jiang Pengji gently ruffled Changsheng’s fluffy hair and whispered, “Huaiyu, don’t be so tense. You might scare Changsheng.”
Feng Jin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a mix of amusement and concern. How could he not worry?
When Changsheng was born, there was an earthquake in Dongqing. Now, just after meeting the lord, an unknown force of twenty thousand soldiers appeared outside the city. Although Xiangyang County was decent and had proper defensive equipment ready, a military disaster was never a good thing.
He truly feared that his daughter might be misunderstood because of this; how could he not be concerned?
“It might not be a bad thing. Let’s go take a look first.”
She teased Changsheng, confirming that the little girl wasn’t frightened before handing her back to Feng Jin.
Jiang Pengji casually grabbed a cloak nearby, spread it out, and put it on with flair.
“Let’s go.”
Feng Jin pursed his lips, standing still with a look of complex emotions.
Qi Guanrang fell a step behind and whispered to him, “The lord is not the kind of reckless person.”
“Jin knows; after all, we’ve been friends for many years. Lan Ting is trustworthy.”
Feng Jin lowered his voice as well, using his large sleeves to cover Changsheng up.
To be honest, when Meng Hunyun came to report the news, for a moment he really felt like he couldn’t breathe, fearing that Jiang Pengji would lose control of her emotions, risking Changsheng’s safety. He couldn’t even bear to imagine…
Fortunately, she was even better than he had expected, more restrained, and had a strong will.
In that instant, Feng Jin nearly felt tears welling up.
After giving his innocent-looking daughter a kiss, he experienced a relief that felt like escaping from calamity.
Changsheng giggled at being kissed by her father, kicking her feet and craning her neck, pecking him on the cheek.
Qi Guanrang and Feng Jin exited the administrative hall one after the other, but Jiang Pengji was nowhere to be seen ahead.
Time was of the essence; she had already ridden off on horseback toward the city outskirts.
An alarm sounded in Xiangyang County; the common people hurriedly packed up and retreated indoors, leaving the streets empty.
After a while, Feng Jin and Qi Guanrang climbed up the city gate.
Jiang Pengji stood behind the wall, her expression grave, while Xu Ke had just arrived, panting heavily.
“Who are those people? Could they be the Green Garment Army again?” Xu Ke managed to catch his breath, sweat beading on his forehead.
The Messenger knelt on the ground, speaking respectfully, “According to scouts from the front, there are about two thousand cavalry archers and over five thousand elite infantry, all fully armored and well-equipped. As for the rest, we still don’t know anything specific due to the distance.”
Jiang Pengji put one hand on her hip and the other shading her eyes, observing for quite some time without saying a word.
Xu Ke asked, “Lord, should we send someone to scout again?”
Jiang Pengji clicked her tongue lightly, turning her head to find that three strategists had already arrived, plus one additional burden.
Worrying about leaving the child in the administrative hall, Feng Jin wrapped his large sleeves around Changsheng to shield her from the wind.
Not only were these three men anxious, but the friends in the live stream were also on high alert, sensing that there could be another battle today.
【Old Driver Alliance】: Seriously, I should just trust the streamer. Her expression is completely normal; everything’s fine.
【Today’s Pay Day】: I’m scared to death! My heart felt like it jumped into my throat just now.
Even though the streamer was in another dimension, they still didn’t like bloodshed. It would be perfect if a conflict could be avoided.
“When two armies meet, the messengers aren’t harmed. Let’s inquire about their intentions; they surely won’t just start killing people,” Jiang Pengji said calmly, her expression steady, her pitch-black eyes sparkling with inspiring confidence.
“Though, honestly, it sounds like nonsense… War is war; you’ll die whether early or late. Why bother with all these phony formalities?” Jiang Pengji clicked her tongue in disdain for so-called battlefield rules. In her old world, if someone was unhappy, they’d just start a war—who’d bother notifying the enemy before attacking?
The three men were left bemused by her logic. Meanwhile, the usually quiet Changsheng suddenly burst into giggles, causing Feng Jin’s face to darken.
The wind on the city wall had picked up, lifting Feng Jin’s sleeves and tickling Changsheng.
Jiang Pengji simply took off her cloak and folded it, placing it on Feng Jin’s shoulder to cover Changsheng.
“Thank you, my lord.”
Jiang Pengji shot him a glance, “You sure talk too much.”
The waiting felt long, and after some time, the dispatched scout returned, bringing with him a man around forty years old, with a bit of gray at the temples, a dignified appearance, and features more refined than a Central Plains man.
His eyes weren’t purely black, but had a faint brown hue.
He stopped about ten steps away, his eyes scanning Jiang Pengji up and down, his gaze misty.
As if confirming something, he adjusted his sleeves and bowed deeply.
“I am Gu Xin, here to pay my respects to the young master.”
At that point, not only were Feng Jin and the others stunned, but the live stream audience was also left speechless, even Jiang Pengji was taken aback.
What kind of plot twist was this?
Jiang Pengji asked, “Sir, could you speak properly? What is this about?”
Though she said that, a slight suspicion arose in her heart.
This man called himself “Gu Xin” and addressed her as “young master”… could he be the elder who served her mother before?
Thinking back to the nearly twenty thousand troops outside the city, her heart pounded fiercely, a wave of intense joy surging within her.
Just as she had suspected—
