The Truth

Yang Xian could only sigh as he stayed inside. For the entire day tomorrow, he would have to listen in to their conversation before finally leaving this place in two days from now and headed back to Wei Liuying.

At least, that was his original plan.

The night passed quietly. It was a torturous night for Yang Xian, who was still not used with the life in this place. In Prince Ji Sheng's city there were still enough wood for them to use if they wanted to build something or used it as coals.

But over here, trees were simply too rare. Yang Xian had to endure the smell and uncomfortable living place if he wished to stay here.

"Time to work!"