"Is the garrison treating Li Ang as a suspect?"
Qiu Feng's expression was somber, her tone angered. She almost loudly questioned, "What is your purpose in saying this? Who instructed you?"
Her anger was entirely justifiable. Her group had traveled far to the Turkic Royal Court, where, due to a traitor, they suffered heavy casualties.
Now, Li Ang, whose life and death had been uncertain, had barely returned to Chang'an, only to be met with suspicion from the garrison instead of flowers and welcome.
The two members of the garrison kept saying they dared not, their expressions becoming increasingly awkward and embarrassed.
"Stop troubling them."
Li Ang waved his hand. He knew full well these two were merely pawns who wouldn't have come to his house without orders from above. After all, he had only recently relinquished his position as the Hedong Road Observer and was still an Academic Palace Patrol.
"No!"
