I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

"No, I'm worried." Song Wanqing touched Cheng Qian'an's handsome face and said softly, "I'm leaving."

"Yeah." Cheng Qian'an glanced at Ji Huaichuan with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Ji Huaichuan: ...Ha, this is really infuriating.

The sound of trumpets and drums began, and the team was about to set off. Many people in the city spontaneously stood on the city wall to see them off.

Seeing a desolate scene before his eyes, Song Wanqing looked back at Cheng Qi'an and the other two for the last time, then led the team out of the Xuancheng city gate.

The sandstorm raised by the horses' hooves gradually subsided, and there was no one left at the deserted city gate. The stupidity on Cheng Qian'an's face finally faded away.

His face sank, his eyes darkened, and he turned and left with the two children.

"Dad, do you have things to do like mom, so you left us at Aunt Li's house?" Cheng Yuexi raised her little face and asked like a little adult.

Cheng Size stood aside, saying nothing.

Aunt Li helped the two children change their clothes and answered on behalf of Cheng Qian: "Yes, your father has something to do and will come to pick you up in a few days."

Cheng Qian nodded and said goodbye to the two children.

He still had his own things to do, and Song Wanqing was not at home at the moment, which made it convenient for him to act without being discovered.

Yan Chu was waiting for him outside the house. When he saw him come out, he bowed respectfully and said, "Your Highness, your order to send a team of secret guards to secretly protect the two young masters has been completed. You can set off now."

Cheng Qian nodded, his pair of black eyes like deep pools turned back to look at Aunt Li's room for the last time, then he left with Yan Chu and the secret guards.

The army took a full half month to reach Hanguan.

Everyone was in a state of extreme fatigue. As night fell, the soldiers set up camp. Ji Huaichuan, wearing a silver robe and armor, found Song Wanqing with a serious face.

He spread out a map. The surrounding mountains and terrain were drawn particularly clearly on the map, and several city gates were circled in red ink, making them particularly conspicuous.

"Miss Song, this is the Hancheng that we will attack in ten days. According to the intelligence of the advance team, this city has abundant military forces and strong defense capabilities."

Ji Huaichuan's voice was low, his brows were furrowed and covered with a layer of dark clouds.

"Strong ability to defend the city?" Song Wanqing narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Yes, I don't know where the city lord got the news from, but he rebuilt the city wall half a year ago, using an extremely strong and rare stone."

Song Wanqing held her chin with her white and tender fingers. She stared at the map, her thoughts racing.

In fact, it was not difficult for her to capture the city.

There are all kinds of modern facilities and weapons in the exchange shop, and things like explosives can be exchanged for a lot of them, but she will not casually contribute the merit points she has worked so hard to earn.

The corners of her lips curled up into a smile, and she looked at Ji Huaichuan meaningfully, and said, "City Lord Ji, if I can come up with a plan to help you capture this city, what reward will you give me?"

Hearing this, Ji Huaichuan's eyes lit up.

He knew that Song Wanqing would not let him down.

He took out his favorite fan from somewhere, and smiled with his peach blossom eyes, "Since Miss Song has a solution, the reward will naturally be generous. For example, a mansion and fertile land, as long as you ask, I can give it to you."

Luxury house and fertile land?

Song Wanqing shook her head, lowered her eyes, and pretended to be innocent, saying: "So in the eyes of City Lord Ji, I am such a vulgar person who loves money."

Ji Huaichuan:?

"Could it be..." Ji Huaichuan almost blurted out, he quickly stopped, "I am too superficial."

The smile on his face almost froze. Ji Huaichuan had rarely been humiliated in front of others in his life, but he had failed several times in front of Song Wanqing.

Is this woman a devil?

Song Wanqing nodded in satisfaction and said with a smile: "Let's not talk about rewards for now. I will ask you for a reward after we capture Seoul."

After a moment, Ji Huaichuan nodded.

He stared at Song Wanqing suspiciously, wanting to know what method she was talking about.

Song Wanqing's black eyes were deep and her gaze was as sharp as a blade. He looked away awkwardly. For some reason, he felt like he was naked in front of Song Wanqing.

Before he could even open his mouth, Song Wanqing wanted to send him away, "Ah, I am really exhausted today. City Lord Ji, you should go back first. I will send you the solution tomorrow."

Hearing this, a look of disappointment flashed across Ji Huaichuan's eyes, and then he reluctantly closed the map and left the tent.

The next day.

At daybreak, Song Wanqing was awakened by the sound of soldiers' morning training.

She opened her eyes drowsily. The tent was very lightproof, with only a little morning light shining through the crack in the door.

In the military camp, she would naturally no longer dress like a gentle daughter.

She changed into casual clothes and tied up her black hair. She was tall to begin with, and as she walked among the troops, her aura instantly overwhelmed the soldiers around her.

"Hello, Military Advisor Song!"

Song Wanqing nodded and went straight to Ji Huaichuan's tent.

He was concentrating on studying the map and discussing tactics with several generals.

Seeing Song Wanqing, Ji Huaichuan smiled immediately. He came forward and asked, "Miss Song, did you sleep well last night?"

The generals around were speechless.

The city lord is too flattering!

Song Wanqing was very pleased with it. He enjoyed the tea brought to him by Ji Huaichuan's messenger, then took out a blueprint and said, "This is the formula for the synthesis of gunpowder. You only need to have your messenger make ten stones within ten days. If you want to capture Seoul, it will only take half a day."

"Half a day?" Several generals couldn't believe it.

Ji Huaichuan unfolded the recipe and looked at it carefully. He still remembered when Song Wanqing talked about her hometown, so he asked curiously, "Is this something from your hometown?"

"That's right. I will provide weapons at that time. Just use this as a guide, and even the Diamond Shield can be taken down."

Song Wanqing was full of confidence and didn't seem to be bragging. Several generals had heard of her great achievements and kept their mouths shut tactfully.

However, preparing explosives was not an easy task for ancient people.

From time to time, Song Wanqing sent out farm children to search for information about supplies around, and always pretended to reveal the information unintentionally when Ji Huaichuan was in a state of panic.

Finally, two days before the plan, ten stones of explosives were synthesized.

Song Wanqing took out some simpler weapons such as muskets and cannons from the exchange shop and began teaching.

She selected a group of smart elf soldiers and taught them how to use these weapons in just half a day.

"Boom!"

After the explosion, a huge pitch-black pit was left at the spot.

All the soldiers looked excited.

"Such a powerful item will definitely win the battle!"

"Military Advisor Song is truly a god. With her leading us, we won't be afraid of those bandits!"

Morale instantly soared, and everyone was in a state of intense preparation, waiting for Ji Huaichuan's order to attack the city and occupy the land.

Two days later.

Before dawn, the army was ready to go.

Ji Huaichuan's eyebrows were firm, and he had gotten rid of his romantic intentions. He sat on the horse with a heroic look. He lowered his eyes to glance at Song Wanqing and said confidently: "Miss Song, just wait here for our good news!"

"Set off!"