Princess Xinyang broke out in a cold sweat immediately.
The feeling of being caught red-handed right after doing something wrong was truly terrifying.
The elderly woman appeared to be in her sixties or seventies, with graying hair and a very aged appearance. Her clothing looked like that of a Dongyi person, and it was patched, suggesting she was a local villager.
Lord Xuanping maintained eye contact with the old woman, and without a change in tone, he said to Princess Xinyang, "We’re in Dongyi’s territory, proceed with caution in everything."
Princess Xinyang responded softly with an "Okay," then asked, "What do you plan to do?"
Lord Xuanping replied, "We’ll see how the situation unfolds."
If the person in front of them were a soldier, Lord Xuanping would have certainly killed them without mercy, but the person was just an ordinary villager.
The military officers of Zhan Country do not kill civilians of enemy countries.
Lord Xuanping shielded Princess Xinyang behind him, holding her hand as they approached the elderly woman.
"Grandmother," he spoke calmly, "we are soldiers passing by, tracking the movements of several people from Zhan Country. Have you seen them?"
The Dongyi and Zhan languages were largely similar, with only some differences in accent. He spoke fluent Dongyi, which left Princess Xinyang behind him wide-eyed in shock.
Princess Xinyang understood a bit of Yan and Liang languages, but only in written form. It was one thing for her to translate texts; speaking, though, she did not meet the standard.
Xiao Hen had a strong gift for languages from a young age. Princess Xinyang once thought it was her doing, but now it seemed Xiao Ji was the genetic source.
The elderly woman’s vacant, emotionless eyes showed little change as she slowly replied in her aged voice, "Oh, haven’t seen them."
"Grandmother, do you live around here? Is there anyone else in your family?" Lord Xuanping continued to ask.
"No one, just me." The elderly woman’s speech was so slow that it seemed laborious, and her reactions were very delayed.
But considering her age, this was not surprising.
Princess Xinyang peeked out from behind Lord Xuanping, observing her.
As soon as Lord Xuanping looked back, he saw a tuft of black hair poke out, and amusement tugged at the corner of his lips.


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