"Yes."
Only after resolving these two matters did Li Guanyi's spirit slightly relax. He slowly unfolded a piece of letter paper and, having written a reply to the young lady, found it was already dusk. A white bird perched on his shoulder, its feathers hanging down to his waist.
With the bag of copper coins exchanged for broken silver, amounting to just over three taels, he dealt with the pressing needs and tied it around his waist. He then grabbed his sword and stepped outside. In the following two days, he simply stayed there, waiting peacefully. Meanwhile, several hundred miles away from Zhenbei City, the sound of galloping warhorses suddenly erupted.
Cavalry, armored cavalry!
