118 A Sense of Deja Vu (1/2)

Inside An Sun's tent, the young man held a letter in his large hand, a grim and menacing expression etched on his handsome face. Having just entered the tent, Manchu was met with such a sight.

His eyebrow rose up. ”What's with the long face? Did Governor Duyi add another term to the agreement?”

Despite Manchu's light tone, An Sun's expression remained aloof.

”My father summoned me.”

At that, Manchu tensed before his expression revealed one similar to An Sun's.

”What does he want?”

An Sun sighs and sits down in his seat. ”I don't know. But he ordered me to return immediately.”

Both grew silent. An Sun fiddled with the letter with his calloused fingers, an overcast and ice-filled expression on his face while Manchu stood quietly to the side, his brows knitted tightly together.

”What are you planning to do? Are you going?”

An Sun laughed coldly while he glanced his eyes at the man across from him, ”Do I have a choice? Besides, we don't know if he's aware of our plans yet.”

”But if he is…” Manchu was suddenly cut off by the sound of a soldier's voice outside the tent, his tone filled with great urgency.

”Lord An! Advisor Bai requests permission to see you!”

An Sun sighed and rubbed the space between his eyebrows. ”Tell him to return another time.”

”B-But Sir…”

As the soldier was hesitating on whether or not to tell the young boy outside of An Sun's reply, the figure standing behind him swiftly walked passed him.