Sun Fuling wandered casually out beyond the city gate, so He Lingchuan had no choice but to follow.

Outside lay the battlefield. The moonlight was dim tonight, but the two could still make out the bloodstains on the ground and the marks left by the fighting.

Sun Fuling kicked aside a small pebble on the ground. “The enemies who attacked weren’t all Jintao people, were they?”

He Lingchuan opened his mouth to answer, only to realize that what she had kicked away was not a pebble at all, but someone’s tooth. A molar, at that.

“…” Better not tell her.

Seeing that he had not made a sound, Sun Fuling asked again.

“There were Longchuan water bandits, refugees from Jintao and other places, mountain brigands, or mercenaries hired for the job. There were no real Jintao soldiers.” He Lingchuan gathered his thoughts. “Jintao still doesn’t dare openly raise troops...