Chapter 342 Cumbersome

Sang Jue thought Gui'an was a good name; it reminded him of his daughter, Sang Yuan.

Sang Yuan was the apple of his eye.

Just thinking about her softened his heart.

The shiny long sword in his hand was raised to Xiang Ying's neck, but he couldn't bring himself to strike.

His daughter.

Ever since he had a daughter, he had thought of accumulating more blessings for her.

Killing a traitor was easy, killing a mother who had just lost her child was not.

"Xiang Ying, you should thank this child."

By the light of the fire, he glanced at her wet dress and ultimately withdrew his sword.

"Fend for yourself."

He whistled.

A large black horse came running over.

He sheathed his sword and stepped onto the stirrup—

"Mr. Sang!"

Xiang Ying grabbed his robe in time, her swollen eyes filled with resolve, "If you're not going to kill me, take me to Beiqi with you. Maybe I can be of help to you."

Sang Jue didn't speak, glancing at the fresh blood on the hem of her dress.