Chapter 18 Entering the Urn

Lou Shuitian only packed a piece of luggage and went to the Annan Protectorate.

She was wearing a dark outfit and her hair was tied high, and she was waiting outside the door. Stone lions stand majestically on the left and right sides of the gate, and the carved walls stand majestically.

There were soldiers from the government who had informed her a long time ago, but after a while, someone came to pick her up. The courtyard inside the mansion was deep and green with pines and cypresses. She followed her attendants through the courtyard and arrived at the front hall. Several soldiers in armor had just come out and met her head-on. They paused and looked at Lou Shuitian up and down.

Lou Shuitian only glanced at them and went straight into the hall, ignoring the long and impolite stare behind him.

The decoration in the hall is simple, without too many complicated decorations, except for the swords and armor displayed on the weapon racks. Jiang Qintian sat in the main seat, and Ying Shuichang stood beside him. They all looked at her.

Jiang Qintian put on a smile, exchanged a few words, and asked Ying Shuichang to give her the token.

"Lieutenant?"

Lou Shuitian held the deputy lieutenant's token with complicated patterns in his hand and was surprised. Ying Shuichang was a school captain, and now she was given the title of deputy captain, which also showed that her status in the Duhu Mansion was second only to Ying Shuichang.

Lou Shuitian immediately understood the reason for the unfriendly glances of those soldiers just now.

"The Protectorate has always relied on strength. Whether Miss Lou can gain a foothold depends on your ability." Jiang Qintian said with profound meaning.

Lou Shuitian curled his lips.

This is to give yourself authority as soon as you come.

"I don't care what the position is, it's just what you promised me. Sir, remember to keep your promise."

"I have sent people to set up prevention and control around Chen Jiafu. I will never let outsiders hurt him at all." Jiang Qintian replied.

"Okay." Lou Shuitian accepted the sign.

"The girl on the floor will settle down for now."

Youfu soldiers led Lou Shuitian to where he was staying.

Seeing Lou Shuitian leave, Jiang Qintian's smile disappeared.

"Have you found out clearly that the reason why Nanzhao's tribute horses went wrong was really Yun Xianshan's fault?" Jiang Qintian asked.

Ying Shuichang cupped his hands and replied: "My subordinates have found out, and it is absolutely true. Although shopkeeper Wang is a rough person, but even if the market is busy, it is indeed someone from Yun Nianshan who did it."

"Why did they do this?" Jiang Qintian frowned.

"Could it be that someone from the court asked them to do it?" Ying Shuichang guessed.

"No." Jiang Qintian shook his head and said firmly, "Yun Xianshan has never been involved in court affairs. Even the people on the throne can't get even a cent from them."

"Since it's not for the imperial court, nor is it a grudge against Nanzhao, then... is it for the Protectorate?"

"What do you mean?"

"My subordinates always feel that Yunxian Mountain seems to be coming for you? Do they know something?!"

"Coming for me?..." Jiang Qintian looked at Ying Shuichang suddenly.

Seeing his appearance, Ying Shuichang knew that he had exceeded the rules, and hurriedly lowered his head and said: "This subordinate is also making random guesses. Please punish me!"

"If you are here to help me, that's it. If you are here to harm me..." Jiang Qintian narrowed his eyes slightly, looking dangerous.

"This Lou Shuitian was able to escape from Yunxian Mountain alive five years ago. He must have a close relationship with Jiang Jingtan. We need to keep an eye on her to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"yes!"

Because Lou Shuitian was a rare woman in the Duhu Mansion, Jiang Qintian specially arranged a separate room for her. Lou Shuitian opened the wooden door and took a look. Although it was simple, it was clean and tidy and had everything it should have.

"Not bad."

She threw down her package on the couch, lay down on it, and stared at the ceiling in trance.