Wei Ci said, "I'm thoughtless. Please wait for a while. I'll go greet Jing Rong."
"Make it quick."
Jiang Pengji buried herself in her work. The tall stack of bamboo slips had swallowed her figure.
The messenger was quick and the message was not delayed. Yang Si and his servant did not wait outside the city for long.
When Wei Ci arrived at the city gates, he happened to see Yang Si sitting on the edge of the carriage and watching the refugees who were lining up with interest.
"Jing Rong… is that really you?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Yang Si turned his head, only to see his friend dressed in thick clothes. Just looking at him made him feel warm from head to toe.
Yang Si stepped on the stool and got down from the carriage with a smile. They greeted each other by making a bow with their hands folded in front.
"Zixiao, I'm here to ask you for shelter. I hope that you can take me in for a while."