"Your Excellency?"
Yue Qianfeng's mind momentarily halted.
He recognized the carriage of the Turkic king, but he also discerned that the person before him bore no hostility. Li Guanyi looked at Po Jun, the young man smiled at him, and the youth said:
"Good!"
This single sentence was a response, completing a transfer of trust in their exchange.
Thus, Po Jun laughed heartily, voluntarily lifting the carriage curtain. Yue Qianfeng grasped Li Guanyi and directly crashed inside, while Po Jun had already swung his whip. The mount was a rare beast of the Turkic Seven Kings, its four hooves treading upon flames, swiftly departing. After a few turns, they arrived at a palace.
They precisely avoided all pursuing soldiers.
Moreover, due to the luxurious carriage, they moved leisurely, drawing little attention.
Po Jun casually said, "I observe the celestial phenomena and understand the great trends. Today, I brought the Turkic Seven Kings here to feast with the prince of the Ying Dynasty, and they are already quite drunk. I told him I wanted to go out for a breath of fresh air, and thus I encountered this general who was holding the Jinwu Guard hostage."