"I shall obey orders," the deputy accepted the command and left.
That night, along tens of miles of border, several villages and towns were suddenly set ablaze, cries pierced the night sky.
...…
Two days later, at dawn, outside the Forbidden Army's camp gate.
"Report——!"
A personal soldier rushed into the central army tent, kneeled on one knee: "Reporting to the Assistant General, An, An... Prince of Annan requests an audience outside the gate!"
Yang Chongwei, who was holding a tea bowl, suddenly froze, nearly spilling the tea.
"Who?!" He thought he had misheard.
"Prince of Annan! Qin Qingluo! With one trusted aide, right outside the gate!"
Yang Chongwei's face changed through several expressions in an instant, finally retracting into a serious demeanor, "Such bravery... daring to come to the Forbidden Army personally? Let him in."
