"Who is the drunkard?" Zhao Douan was momentarily stunned, then blurted out,
"You're talking about Lang Shiba? He was captured? What happened?"
Faced with Zhao Douan's triple-question barrage, the deeply socially anxious female sorcerer opened her mouth, seemingly at a loss for how to respond.
Zhao Douan took a deep breath, noticing the Jinyi guards chasing him from outside the door, his brows slightly furrowed. He got up, pulled her inside, and then shooed away the pursuers outside: "Come in and talk slowly."
Yes, she emerged from a frantic sprint in the biting cold of winter. Her soaking wet gown froze stiff, like a layer of armor.
Ji Yue quietly "oh"ed, her white pupils hidden behind her black hair warily glanced towards Ma Yan, her body hiding behind Zhao Douan...
"...Rest assured and speak."
Zhao Douan had the impulse to facepalm: "After your last return to the capital, didn't you all go back to Hu Ting?"
Ji Yue nodded timidly and briefly described the situation.
