On a scorching summer day, the shadows of trees were scattered.
A group of people gradually appeared on the official road, with two beautiful women surrounding a handsome young man, and an old man on horseback, smiling with an aged face, appearing to be in a good mood.
It was Zhao Huai and his party.
"Your Highness, we will soon reach the entrance to Nanyu Prefecture, where we will part ways," said Song Heqing, looking at the city wall in the distance and feeling somewhat reluctant to part.
"Hmm, this journey is all up to you. You will be fully responsible for contacting the former Yan Country's department and gathering as much reliable power as possible. Remember, don't tell anyone about my whereabouts." Zhao Huai's expression was extremely serious.
On the way, after some questioning, he came to know what the remnants of the Yan Country had been up to for the past three years.