Indeed, entering the gates of a noble household is as deep as the sea; there really are quite a few people who want him dead.
"Qin An, do you think we can find somewhere out of the wind?"
Under the bright moonlight, the fierce north wind, carrying a piercing whistle, swept across the open wilderness, blowing the few torches into a flickering, dying state, and cutting against people's skin like countless flying blades.
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