Over the next two days, Feng Yun shuttled back and forth between Mingquan Town and Xinzhou.
With skilled craftsmen, the construction of the Peace Negotiation Hall progressed rapidly.
Boats loaded with green bricks, wood, and stone materials arrived at the crossing to Mingquan, sorted by category. The craftsmen focused on their responsibilities, and by the morning of the third day, the foundation had already been laid. The timber and tiles were gradually transported to the site, and because of the soldiers and craftsmen coming and going, Mingquan Town became extraordinarily bustling.
Just as Feng Yun arrived at the hall by carriage, Cong Wentian came over from the streets of Mingquan Town and told her with a grave expression.
"Miss, something terrible has happened."
Feng Yun felt a slight jolt in her heart, "What's wrong?"