Outside the Military Preparation Camp, dusk was gradually falling.
A lavishly decorated carriage was parked quietly not far from the camp gate. The curtain moved slightly, faintly revealing a beautiful young woman sitting inside.
Yang Xueyao clutched the silk handkerchief in her hand, her knuckles turning white from the force. Her gaze darted to the camp gate from time to time, her eyes filled with worry.
'Aunt has been in the camp for nearly an hour and still hasn't come out.'
'What on earth is happening in there?'
This gave her a faint, ominous premonition.
Her unease and worry had intensified, especially after the soldiers had stopped her from entering the camp just moments ago.
'Aunt couldn't have run into danger, could she?'
