Sun Longzi didn't like entering enemy villages alone.
He hated even more leaving his second-in-command behind with an unknown woman. But at this point in time, what he hated most… was not knowing.
This village was peaceful.
Too peaceful.
The quietness was like an itch between his shoulder blades that he couldn't quite reach. The last time he felt it was when he had been ambushed in battle.
There were no guards on the streets. No armed patrols, and not even the usual restless young men lurking near alleys, itching for a fight. Everyone here was older… or female. Men with bad knees and worse backs, women with babies strapped to their backs, merchants too worn down by time to care who ruled what.
But everyone who was of age to fight in a war? They were nowhere to be seen.
Yelan had a purpose for this village. That was clear. The only question was what were they planning?
