Gala looked up with red eyes and saw the dark patterns of his ink shirt under the candlelight, like Luo. She choked and spoke with a choked voice, "Maybe it's because of my mother. My mother is from Xihu." She leaned on the table with both hands and wanted to stand up, but because she was too frightened just now, her legs were extremely weak.

Yang Jian reached out and held her arm, and stood up with her.

Only after this touch did he realize that she was still trembling violently, which made his heart tremble slightly.

"That's it?" Yang Jian's voice was dull.

"Yeah." Gala's shoulders twitched, not wanting to stay in front of this terrifying steel nail, and subconsciously moved to the side. "My father traveled everywhere and met my mother in Xihu and insisted on getting married. When I was eight years old, my mother disappeared. My father said she died by accident and never saw her again. Although I don't know what these Xihu people want, after thinking about it, this is probably the only one who has connections."

Her eyes were red with tears left on her face, and she was obviously extremely aggrieved.

Yang Jian stared at her, his eyes facing each other, and there was no trace of dodging and resisting in her foggy eyes.

"I'm also scared. I don't know why Xiao Cong asked me to negotiate peace, why the Xihu people were eyeing me..." She still choked up and said in a treacherous tone.

Yang Jian's tone eased a lot, and he was almost gentler than before, "Why didn't you say it before?"

"I don't know the reason behind it, so of course I dare not say it easily." Garo looked up at him, with a trace of caution in his grievance. "Your Highness hates my father's family so much. If you know that this time the Western troubles were because of my mother, wouldn't you hate it even more? Besides, my father is still in the hands of the people of Xiliang and there is no news about my father. I am really scared and I dare not believe it..."

The old things in Huainan are rifts between the two, and Gala has always been walking on thin ice and tried his best to avoid them.

At this time, Yang Jian's expression changed slightly.

He turned his eyes away and asked for a moment: "What is the connection between your mother and Xihu?"

"I don't know. My father never talked about his mother's life experience." Galo gradually found his calmness and knelt down to salute, "I... all I know is this. If Your Highness still asks me, I have nothing to explain."

She bowed her knees, like a decent deer, pitiful without any concealment.

Yang Jian lowered his head and pondered for a long time, and reached out to help her stand.

"You can't go to Xiliang before the reason is clear. Go back and bring important things with you, and you will be robbed tomorrow night," he said.

Gala was puzzled and was about to ask again, but when he saw Yang Jian looking at the long desk, he suddenly remembered the shock of the needle just now. He didn't dare to ask a second question and hurriedly left.

Yang Jian watched her back leave.

When the door closed, the room suddenly became quiet.

He turned around and walked to the desk, took a steel nail, and pressed it against his fingertips. His feet were still painful, which showed how panicked and forceful she had just now. It seemed that she could still feel her body trembling in her chest, so fear and helplessness - something she shouldn't have endured.

In fact, at that moment, he regretted it, but the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.

The darkness in Yang Jian's eyes became darker, and his fingers were pressing hard, and the steel nail suddenly pierced into his fingertips.

The heart-wrenching pain came, and the blood beads blew out, covering her tears just now.

Yang Jian stood silently, and after a long time he summoned Han Qinhu into the house and ordered him to arrange tomorrow night's affairs.

When Han Qinhu heard about it, he immediately dissuaded him, saying that it was not worth it for Gala to waste his energy, but Yang Jian was firm in his attitude and had to withdraw under the order.

Hua Shang waited for a long time with anxiety. Seeing that Gala's eyes were red and swollen when he came back, he obviously had cried. He was shocked and hurriedly closed the door and asked her what was wrong.

After Gala lost his compassion, he was accompanied by Hua Shang. Now he traveled thousands of miles with him. Hua Shang is the only one who can trust. She still refused to give up. She briefly explained the story and asked Hua Shang if she knew a little about her mother's personal experience, but the result was still disappointing.

The defense was even tighter that night. Pei Yun and Yue Hua were on duty alternately, while Gala tossed and turned, sleeping uneasy.

Yang Jian did not want to hand her over to Xiliang, but could not send her away so he could only use the method of robbery. But after escaping from here, what should we do in the future? Thinking of the indignant Xihu people and Prince Xiao Cong, Gala was confused and worried, but it was difficult to resolve. Only grandmother and father knew about her mother's life. Perhaps after saving her life, she could try to persuade Yang Jian to find out her father's whereabouts on this ground?

I'm still rushing the next day.

Yang Jian was still cold and did not say a word since he left the station. Galo was still frightened when he saw him and did not dare to disturb him. Until he had dinner in the evening, he stopped a little while when he passed by her and whispered: "Are you ready?"
Chapter completed!