Bai Ruozhu was stunned, "Master?"
The old man's face flushed with anger, "He's a traitor who has betrayed his master and ancestors!"
Seeing that he was about to pass out again, Bai Ruozhu hurriedly advised, "Elder, please calm down. He's already been detained by us, and justice will surely be served. Your health is too poor; if you don't make it through, things won't be clarified."
The old man gasped heavily, and after a while, he calmed down a bit.
"You're right, dear girl," the old man said wistfully after a moment.
Bai Ruozhu felt a bit embarrassed. She was already married with children, yet being called a "dear girl" felt odd. But now was not the time to fuss over such trivial matters; she was eager to hear more from the elder.
"I used to be the helmsman of the Xuanwu," the old man began, and Bai Ruozhu's eyes widened. This old man was Zheng Xin's former helmsman!
She was overjoyed; by saving someone, they had solved their own problem.
