“Aye.”
While he was issuing one command after another, almost suddenly, one of his soldiers pointed to the prince’s estate and cried: “Over there. The lanterns are flying out from there.”
The general turned around.
He looked to the rows of houses and eaves and softly murmured, “The prince’s estate?”
“Pay close attention.”
“Aye!”
Chen Rong didn’t know her lanterns had been shot down. She was still tirelessly making them, one after another.
The young maid walked to stand behind her and whispered: “Miss, are you tired? Why don’t you take a break?”