53, Give Credit

In the torrential rain of the pitch-black night, over ten Jing Dynasty spies silently hastened on their way, letting the rain drench their straw raincoats and bamboo hats.

Turning at the Anxi Street intersection, a Ning Dynasty spy led out over ten warhorses, and everyone mounted and galloped toward the East Market.

The horses' hooves made a clacking sound against the pooled water, like waves blossoming on the ground.

Chen Ji, having just survived a calamity, felt his heart still palpitating uncontrollably. He could only tightly grip the reins to stay in sync with the rhythm of the galloping horse, managing to avoid falling off.

The pain around his neck almost made him believe that the Si Cao was still choking him.

Still, Chen Ji had many questions in his heart...

Lord Jin Zhu, riding on a horse, turned to look at him, "You seem different today, weighed down by heavy thoughts. What's the matter, something happened at Taiping Medical Hall?"