Fu Lu responded, turned around to leave, but stopped after two steps, a look of doubt on his face, then turned back.
"Chief Historian..." he frowned, carefully lowering his voice to speak to Zhu Yu, "My master has a piece of golden silk armor, which he always wears when traveling outside, never parting with it...
Why is it that today he didn't wear it? Could it have been stolen by someone..."
"It wasn't lost," Zhu Yu interrupted his speculation, pointing to herself, "It's with me."
Fu Lu suddenly understood, sighed, and said, "That's good, my lord has always been favored by fortune, and he is skilled and strong.
With your build as a Chief Historian... if it weren't for that armor protecting you, encountering today's situation, it's hard to say if your life would...
Ah, pfft, what nonsense am I saying! May the Chief Historian and my lord live long and prosperous lives!"
