The Zhang Family did not expect an early birth, and when packing, they didn't bring clothes for the baby. Gu Jiao had to find a clean garment to wrap him in and used fabric to sling him across her chest.
Tang Yueshan wanted to help her share the burden, but he truly dared not touch the newborn baby.
He was afraid his rough hands might unintentionally break the baby's delicate little arms.
He slung his large bow over his back, filled the quiver with dozens of arrows, and carried a long sword at his waist.
Gu Jiao's weapon was the silver spear that Little Hei Wuchang had tossed to her. It wasn't as good as her Red-Tasseled Spear, but the feel wasn't bad either.
This mission had a fifty-fifty chance of success or failure. Bringing the newborn with them might mean that they'd all be killed by the Jin army as soon as they exit.
But for the thousand lives underground, they had to proceed.
"Are you sure you don't need to bring more people?" Shangguan Qing asked.
