One thing at a time… Qing Xue thought, regaining his self-control when he felt it slipping.
As daring as he was, he was not immune to feeling overwhelmed when thinking about the magnitude of what he was trying to pull off. But it was no use being cowed by a future that had not yet taken shape. To earn the privilege of worrying about such a future, he must first overcome each hurdle that barred it from becoming a reality.
“‘Young Hong’ says the water ripples in the purple bamboo grove,” the rebel leader repeated after Qing Xue, committing the words to memory in the process.
While the codes hidden in the words were plain, only someone who held all the necessary information would be able to decipher the message.
Bai Ruyi’s father would surely remember that Qing Xue had initially used Hon
