The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Feng Muyan could not refuse Song Yunli like this, so he had to nod in agreement, but he still protected her tightly behind him.

Feng Muyan took the spear from the gatekeeper and with a single effort he lifted the box off the cart.

Everyone present couldn't help but gasp. In the box were none other than a dozen bloody heads.

"Ah..." Xing'er, who had followed secretly, couldn't help but screamed. She sat down on the ground, staring at the heads.

"This is... this is..." Chu Yuhuan also felt a little nauseous. These people must have been treated extremely cruelly before they died, otherwise how could they show such terrified and desperate expressions.

"Look, my benefactor, it's the weird guy who carried the flag that day." Xing'er ran to Song Yunli's side and whispered in her ear in surprise.

Song Yunli's eyes flashed and she looked over carefully, only then did she realize that what Xing'er said was true. It was indeed the person they had talked about that day.

"Amu, these should be the leaders of the pseudo-Dong Chu Army. We haven't sent anyone to stop them yet. How come their heads are here?" Song Yunli asked.

Feng Muyan's eyes widened instantly. He had heard from Li'er before that the pseudo-Eastern Chu army had at least five thousand people, while the 106 Lanling Riders who came here had only fifty-three men. They had slaughtered all of them in such a short time. It was simply too terrifying!

"What pseudo-Eastern Chu Army?" Chu Yuhuan frowned in confusion.

"Many soldiers from Chu'nan have secretly infiltrated the capital of Dongchu. They usually disguise themselves as peddlers, and when a battle is needed, they quickly assemble into an army and cooperate with the Chu'nan troops outside the city to launch a two-pronged attack on Dongchu." Song Yunli simply stated what she had seen and understood.

"How could such a thing happen? Are those people guarding the city here to eat for free?" Chu Yuhuan was furious.

Song Yunli didn't know how to persuade Chu Yuhuan, so she turned to look at Feng Muyan in silence. Didn't Ah Mu have any doubts at all? Or had he thought about all these things clearly?

"Amu, it was those men in black who did it, right?" Song Yunli asked tentatively.

"That's right. Let's go back and send someone to bury these heads." Feng Muyan picked up the spear and closed the lid of the box with force. Then he put his arm around Song Yunli's shoulder and turned to leave.

Late at night, Song Yunli slowly opened his eyes when he heard the sound of even breathing beside him, and looked at Feng Muyan with complicated eyes. He obviously knew the identities of those people, but did he really believe that a mere fifty-three people could defeat five thousand troops?

Two fists are no match for four hands. If more than fifty of them could defeat five hundred people, it would be barely acceptable. But it was really far-fetched to think that they could defeat five thousand people. She would not believe it even if you kill her!

"Li'er, are you worried about something?" A tired voice sounded.

"Amu, didn't you fall asleep just now?" Song Yunli asked in surprise.

Feng Muyan opened his eyes. If she hadn’t kicked him lightly when she was excited, he probably wouldn’t have woken up.

"Amu, can you tell me the story of those men in black? If it's really inconvenient to tell, then forget it." Song Yunli asked carefully. She was really curious, and she hoped that Amu could share it with her.

Thinking of what the man in black said during the day, Feng Muyan was silent for a moment. Just when Song Yunli closed her eyes in disappointment, he suddenly spoke.