Chapitre 413: 413. You die, I live

Yao City.

It was the end of March, the late spring in Qian Country. The springtime in Liang Country's capital city had just begun.

Qiu Cong and his grandson, Qiao Jing, had just passed noon when they arrived in the city. Disguised, they went directly to the biggest restaurant in Yao City and ordered a table full of food and wine.

Halfway through a strong drink, Qiu Cong sighed in comfort, feeling his fatigue easing.

Qiao Jing only had a small sip, not wanting to drink too much. He had a low alcohol tolerance and didn't want to make any mistakes.

The window was open, and the cool breeze blew in. People came and went on the streets below, unaffected by the distant war. There was no sense of tension in the most prosperous capital of Liang Country, as if the people there lived in a different world from those in the nearby border cities.