Yao Qing didn't speak, and Wen Nianchu didn't notice anything amiss.
"The leader from the North has long coveted this place. I've done some investigating, and it's been peaceful here for years. I didn't expect that trouble would strike as soon as we arrived. This is my fault, trust me, I will protect you," he said.
Wen Nianchu was a chauvinist; it was evident from the way he felt that winning a woman's heart meant conquering her and the manner in which he directly brought Yao Qing here by force.
"Let's leave here for now. I remember there's an underground shelter nearby. You go hide there first, and I will come to find you."
Yao Qing didn't argue, and Wen Nianchu hurriedly pulled her downstairs by the arm.
Only once they had descended did they see the horrifying traces of war, which left mottled marks on the earth that could shake one's soul.
She didn't have time to look; the underground shelter was just beneath a nearby adobe house.
