The Zhan family group, nearly a hundred people.
Tonight, they had already arrived at a small town closest to the Capital City.
Zhan Zhonghong didn't order a rest; he suggested resupplying food and water and continuing the journey overnight.
In the darkness, holding lanterns and torches, this group was particularly conspicuous on the main road.
They took turns driving and resting.
The only goal was to get as far away from the Capital as possible.
That night, everyone was incredibly tense. They all wondered if the Emperor would send someone to silence them.
After a night on high alert, nothing happened.
As the morning mist began to rise, Zhan Zhonghong requested a rest by a stream, "Prepare some food, rest for an hour, and then continue the journey."
Zhan Beilie helped by bringing some dry food and water to Zhan Zhonghong, "Great-grandfather, have something to eat."
"Hmm. Did anything unusual happen?"
"I didn't expect a peaceful night." Zhan Beilie's expression was heavy.
