Hou Jingshu felt like she was being watched. It was a feeling she’d had ever since arriving at the White Tiger Sect Ruins, yet no matter how much she looked, she couldn’t find anyone who seemed to be staring at her.
It was disconcerting.
“Everything okay, your highness?” asked Wu Yong.
It was the morning when the White Tiger Sect Ruins were supposed to open. Everyone was putting away their tents and supplies. Yin Wuhan was doing the same thing to their tents. They had two, one for Hou Jingshu and Zheng Yawen and another for Wu Yong and Yin Wuhan. She didn’t feel comfortable sharing a room with the two men unless it was necessary.
“Everything is fine,” said Hou Jingshu so as not to worry her bodyguard.
Wu Yong didn’t look convinced, but he nodded along anyway. “We should get some break
