The dark clouds above scattered, revealing a corner of the moonlight, which bathed the night like water. The wide carriage curtain was lifted, revealing the four people inside.
Zhao Douan appeared indifferent, as if he were a general overseeing the central army.
Beside him, Gongshu Tianyuan chuckled as he looked at Yun Xi across from him.
The young girl, dressed in prison clothes, cradled a metallic trumpet flower in her hands. At this moment, a faint voice transmitted from the trumpet flower:
"Colonel, we've captured him."
Gongshu Tianyuan beamed and said,
"I told you, this Suppressing Object is called the 'Two-Sound Flower.' If that so-called Divine Monarch keeps one and you take the other, you can hear everything on the other side, yet you still doubted me. I don't care about your other suspicions, but the creations of this priest are always exquisite."
Yun Xi seemed not to hear, looking absent-minded like a puppet on strings.
