"Lu Sheng? No, now I should call you Qin Wuyang."

As the convoy left Yishui and headed towards the direction of the Qin Kingdom, Jing Ke, who had just sung loudly in front of the crown prince with a sorrowful expression, suddenly changed his demeanor. He played with the map in his hand - the final item he had requested from the crown prince before departing. It was a map of the most fertile land in Yan Kingdom, the land of the Inspector General.

As for the "Lady Xu's Sword" that I risked my life to bring out, I didn't know where he had hidden it.

At this moment, he was playfully asking, using the name Qin Wuyang, which I had assumed in the name of Qin Kaizun, the grandson of Qin Kai, a fake Yan Kingdom general.

"Since you know what I'm going to do in the Qin Kingdom, why would you rather not accept a thousand pieces of gold as a reward and still want to accompany me?"

He squinted his eyes, revealing a fierce beast-like fierceness.

At this moment, my expression should be very unpleasant.

Not because of Jing Ke's oppression, but because of my right hand, which was wrapped in layers.

Since I came out of Lady Xu's tomb half a month ago, the wound not only showed no signs of improvement but instead seemed to have taken root and deepened in the palm of my hand.

What's even more terrifying is that last night when I opened the bandages to check, I faintly sensed the same darkness from the pitch-black wound as in the tomb!

In addition to my constant worry about Lady Hu, even when facing Jing Ke's seemingly pointed questioning, I didn't put on a good face.

"It has nothing to do with you," I sat cross-legged in the bumpy carriage and simply closed my eyes, "You do your thing, and I have mine to do."

"Hmm."

Jing Ke seemed to emit a faint, almost imperceptible laugh.

"What can I do? It's just leaving behind a name."

He seemed to be talking to me and to himself at the same time.

"Just don't get in my way until I reach the Qin King."

As his words fell, the wheels rolled, and we never spoke again.