Yan Qing remarked again, "It's quite impressive that the Yu Family's Yunshen Mountain harbored fifty thousand elite troops."
Unable to hold back, Yun Luo asked, "Young Marquis, how could you know that the master is sleeping soundly when you're separated by such a vast Drawing Hall?"
Could the master be snoring?
Yan Qing huffed, "I have keen senses, unlike you lot, who might as well have their ears plugged. Her breathing is soft and prolonged; she has entered a deep sleep. Isn't that sleeping soundly?"
Yun Luo felt ashamed.
Compared to the Young Marquis's sharp hearing and keen eyesight, weren't his own ears as good as blocked?
Yan Qing continued, "To go to Liangzhou, one must pass through the Wen Family of Youzhou, right? Does she have a way to prevent the Wen Family from noticing?"