The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

A group of people from the Jiang clan stood outside the governor’s Manor.

Even though the barren capital was filled with exiles, it had existed for a long time and naturally had a history.

Most of the people who lived in the inner city were of lower class and had the qualifications to be good citizens.

Now, he had even gained a firm foothold in huangdu.

However, in the barren capital, there were very few people who could enter the Army and have achievements.

The barren capital was crueler and more bloody than the outside world.

“It’s amazing that you all have a backbone. Huaijie had worked so hard to get together with him … The opportunity we had to beg for Lord commander’s help has been destroyed by you all.” Grandmother Liu sneered as she held her granddaughter in her arms.

At this moment, the sound of the horse’s hooves was getting closer and closer, and the surrounding people all avoided it. The Jiang family stood by the roadside.

Who knew …

The sound of the horse’s hooves had actually stopped in front of them.

Dust flew towards the faces of Jiang huailu and the others, and Jiang huailu sneaked behind yang pingfeng.

Yang pinfeng’s eyes lit up, and he rushed towards the man who had dismounted.

“Father, father, I’m here.”

“Father, you can come if you want, but don’t bring any silver or gold. You’re too polite. Even though they saved me, I’m sure they’ll just give me a house or something. Don’t spend too much.” Yang pinfeng rushed over and held his father’s hand tightly.

His father who came empty-handed?

City Lord Yang’s brows twitched as he swept his gaze over the Jiang family.

Pavilion elder Jiang’s face tightened. This man’s aura was extraordinary, and he must have some status in the city.

Jiang yubai paused for a moment, glanced at his father, and then stepped forward.

“Father, she was the one who saved me. And her mother and brother, they

came out to look for me on the night of the Zhongyuan Festival. I stayed at the Jiang family last night.” Yang pinfeng pointed at Jiang Huai ‘an.

Although Jiang Huai ‘an had the appearance of a youth, he was still one of the best youths in the capital. At this moment, he gave city Lord yang a slight bow.

“Many thanks, young master Jiang. The crippled and his men have been captured. They will be questioned after this.” City Lord yang nodded to the Xia clan and the others.

He remembered that his son did not mention that man at all, so he pretended not to see it.

He was extremely busy today. If he wasn’t worried about his only son, he wouldn’t have been able to leave at all.

The city Lord didn’t waste too much time and quickly mounted his horse.

“When this matter is over, I’ll invite young master Jiang to the manor for a chat. This yang will definitely personally pour tea to thank you, so please excuse me for today.” After he finished speaking to the three people of the Xia family, he took his son and left with the Army. Jiang huailu touched his fat chin and nodded.

That kid is very smart.

Even real gold and silver couldn’t buy a house in the inner city, nor could they buy the qualification to enter the inner city, but this kid got it with a single sentence.

Jiang yubai’s body paused. He couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable when he saw his children ignoring him.

“Lulu, who was that guy just now? How do you know him?”

The Jiang family members all perked up their ears.

“Yang pinfeng. He’s the little brother who was abducted with me. ” Little Huai Lu lay in her brother’s arms, not wanting to see her father.

“No, father, you mean, who is his father?” Jiang yubai looked at Madam Xia, but she didn’t pay him any attention.

“Yang Cong. His father is called yang Cong.” Little Huai Lu chuckled. He didn’t know if she understood her father’s meaning or if she deliberately didn’t want to reply to him.

Behind her, Jiang huaijin bit his lower lip so hard that a few traces of blood oozed out.

Yang Cong!

Wasn’t that the city Lord who was torn apart by the ghost because source night was looking for his son?

He actually didn’t die?