Mei Liang glanced at him from head to toe, nearly blurting out, With your injured back and arm, how could you possibly fight them? But she swallowed the words, seeing the look in his eyes.
Xiang Long Wei could tell she didn't believe him, but he didn't try to explain himself further. When the time comes, she'll see it with her own eyes.
Since he dared to send up the signal fire, Xiang Long Wei knew it wouldn't just alert the Imperial Guards—it would also draw the assassins' attention. But he wasn't placing his fate in the hands of the palace guards. Instead, he was counting on his hidden shadow guards, he silently thought.
After searching the whole afternoon, they finally found some materials in a local villager's house to create a smoke signal. it was simple—damp straw and dry wood that could produce thick, visible smoke when lit. And wasn't the fancy materials used in the palace for signals, but it would produce thick smoke when burned.
