"What?!"
"He's back?!"
Everyone in the hall jolted. Mrs. Yin and Yin Yingying shot to their feet, staring at the doorway in disbelief.
The expressions on Wang Xiufen and Zhu Shichang's faces froze. Their previous anxiety, blame, and smugness instantly morphed into utter bewilderment and an indescribable stiffness.
Then, cool moonlight spilled over the threshold as three figures stepped into the hall.
The man in the lead was none other than Yin Rong! His face was a bit gaunt and his clothes were stained with dust, but his steps were steady, and his eyes shone with the thrill of having survived a great ordeal. Behind him was Steward Wang, his face pale and his legs still a little weak.
And walking at the very rear, his shoulders bathed in the cold moonlight, was the one they had declared would never return—Jiang Che!
He wore dark, fitted clothes, his posture was ramrod straight, and his expression was as calm as still water, as if he had merely gone out for a stroll.
