Rebirth of the Strongest Empress

Wu Zheng looked down and spoke a while later. “She went to look at the situation in the mountain village and went to the back of the mountain afterward.”

“Back of the mountain?” The Apothecary stopped whatever he was doing and turned around immediately. His eyes, which seemed to have been through the vicissitudes of life, sharpened. “The night is misty, and the back of the mountain is all steep slopes and cliffs. Lord Ye is young and should be more careful. You must pay attention and not let her be injured.”

Wu Zheng narrowed her eyes and did not reply.

The Apothecary wiped clean his hands and looked at Wu Zhengs side profile. The expression in the Apothecarys eyes changed for a moment as he casually sat down at a side and took a sip of tea.

“Perhaps, I was overly worried. Lord Ye is a sect disciple and is obviously different from us. With her skills, she would not be injured. Why would a noble sect disciple need us, ordinary people, to worry for them? Rather, it is us who would become their burdens in times of danger…”

A rather husky voice with unclear meanings traveled into Wu Zhengs ears.

The moment Wu Zheng heard the word “burdens,” his fists on the table were suddenly clenched, and he lowered his head even further.

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“Lord Ye saw the inscription on the tablet at the cliff…”

The Apothecarys eyes changed and turned hazy for a moment.

“Oh? Did she say anything?”

Wu Zheng replied. “That tablet had already been so broken, and the sky is dark. How can she see anything?”

The Apothecary leaned back in his chair and narrowed his eyes. After a sigh, he said bafflingly, “Yeah, it is already dark. Even if something happens… no one would know.”

Wu Zhengs shoulder stiffened while the Apothecary stood up and walked out straight.

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