As Su Rong was conversing with Fen Ling, Zhou Gu sat nearby, quietly listening without interrupting.
It was only when they finished talking that he spoke up. "The eleventh master of the eighteen forts, Jiang Zhu, has decided not to accept the Imperial Court's amnesty. He has no intention to pledge allegiance to the Crown Prince. Instead, he implored me for a recommendation to join you."
"What?" Fen Ling widened his eyes, "When did my sister become such a coveted prize?"
It was understandable why he would doubt this. Su Rong's circumstances were dire. Even before setting foot in Nanchu, she had been met with relentless assassination attempts, one wave after another. If she were to enter Nanchu, the dangers she would face would multiply a hundredfold. It was a thorny trail home, fraught with perils.
To pledge allegiance to her was akin to betting their lives on an uncertain future.
After all, danger lurked around every corner.