The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

I learned from the system that it would take at least twelve hours to retrieve the fire jade. If something unexpected happened during the process, the time would be uncertain.

Thinking of the scenes he saw during the time he was unconscious, Liang Chongyue began to ponder the Fire Jade's predictive ability.

She hoped that those things were all false, but her intuition told her that they were half true and half false. The more she worried, the more likely it was to happen.

"You keep an eye on Yan Yang first. As for Huo Yu, we'll talk about it when the time is right."

It is not a good time yet. Liang Chongyue has forgotten the time while staying at the border. She only remembers the days going by and the nights going by. The clothes she wears are getting thicker and thicker, but she still can hardly withstand the biting cold wind at the border.

Liang Chongyue rubbed her hands as she walked into the commander-in-chief's tent. The new batch of food and fodder sent from the north was intercepted in advance by her uncle's troops. This time she came because there was a change on the front line, and her uncle asked someone to call her here.

When Liang Chongyue arrived, only his two uncles were in the tent, and the other generals had just left.

"Chongyue is here, come here quickly."

Both uncles had happy expressions on their faces. The tent was warm due to the burning charcoal fire. Liang Chongyue took the hot tea from his second uncle, took a sip, and warmed himself up.

"What happened? Why is my uncle so happy?"

Xiang Huayan's gaze fell on Chongyue. This battle had lasted until today. If it weren't for Chongyue, it would never have been so easy for them.

Xiang Huayan handed over the secret reports sent back by Langwa and the spies in front to Chongyue.

Liang Chongyue opened the letters and saw that there was not much written on them. The two letters were about the same thing.

"Without our relentless pressure, a rift would indeed have developed between Dai Viet and the Northern Territory. In other words, their relationship wasn't strong enough to begin with."

After Liang Chongyue finished reading the letter, he placed it back on his uncle's desk.

"This might be a good opportunity. The North can no longer wait. If they delay any further, they will only have two options."

Liang Chongyue didn't finish her words, but she believed that her two uncles understood what she meant.

"The dog has reached a dead end. Let's see what the North will do."

Liang Chongyue thought of the man named Yan Huai again. He was the commander-in-chief of the troops sent from the Northern Territory. He was very scheming and no one knew where his next move would be.

Liang Chongyue was not too worried about the border affairs. In her eyes, the battle at the border was no longer a suspense.

She now had something she wanted to do more. After observing for a period of time, she vaguely guessed something.

"System, check if my scumbag dad knows I've arrived at the border."

Liang Chongyue sent a communication to the system. The system was distributing bone sticks to its dog brothers and accidentally saw the communication sent by the host.

Thinking of that scumbag father whose eyes were scarier than the host's and whose methods were more cruel than the host's, I almost bit my tongue.

After seeing that the system had read it, Liang Chongyue turned off the communication and started chatting about business with his two uncles.

When she came out of the tent, she saw Yan Yang standing in front of the campfire not far away, staring at her with his eyes, as if he had something to say to her.

Liang Chongyue calculated the time and didn't expect that he had been holding it in for so long. It had been two months since she was last unconscious. Could it be that he finally couldn't hold it in anymore?

Liang Chongyue did not walk directly towards where Yan Yang was standing, but walked towards her own tent. Seeing her leave, Yan Yang immediately followed.

Following him all the way into the tent, Liang Chongyue had already begun grinding ink for herself, preparing to begin studying, when she heard Yan Yang approach her desk and ask uncertainly:

"Are you the Princess of Daxia?"

Liang Chongyue didn't even raise his eyelids and directly denied it:

"No, that's my cousin."

Hearing her say this, Liang Chongyue didn't look up, but he could clearly see a trace of disappointment flash across Yan Yang's face on the panel.

Liang Chongyue followed and asked:

"Why do you ask that?"

Yan Yang told the story he had prepared long ago. Although Liang Chongyue had some doubts in her heart, she put the matter aside for the time being when she thought that the poison in Yan Yang would take effect soon this month.

"If you have nothing to do, go out. Don't walk around at night."

After Yan Yang left, Liang Chongyue took out the "Forty-two National Strategies" given to him by his scumbag father. He felt dizzy after reading just one page. Liang Chongyue subconsciously realized that he had been drugged. Yan Yang's harmless face flashed through his mind.

There was no time to make further preparations, so he could only put the "Forty-two National Strategies" back into his backpack. The next second, Liang Chongyue fainted.

At this time, the door curtain was lifted from the outside, and Yan Yang, who had just gone out, came back again. He was still feeling the coolness from outside, and walked forward with a normal expression to check whether the young lady was really knocked unconscious.

His bony hand reached under the nose, and after confirming that the young lady was really knocked unconscious, Yan Yang's eyes fell on the young lady's rosy lips, and he gently stroked them with his fingertips as if possessed.

Yan Yang listened to the noise outside, calculated the time, walked to the table, poured the tea in the teacup onto the burning charcoal fire, and extinguished the colorless and odorless drug.

Staring at the flickering flames, his originally clear and handsome face revealed a bit of viciousness.

Yan Yang stood in front of the eldest lady. In the candlelight, his tall figure loomed over Liang Chongyue, making her look much smaller than usual.

Yan Yang wanted to strangle her to death, but he stood there, staring at the face that had always amazed him whenever he saw it in the past two months. His hand, which was heading towards her neck, slowly moved upwards and supported the little face that was a hundred times more beautiful than the one in the portrait.

Yan Yang sat beside her. Since no one was around to disturb her, he simply tied her hands and feet, held her in his arms, and slept with her clothes on on the not-so-sturdy little bed.

When the first sound of fighting was heard outside, Yan Yang's beautiful blue eyes opened, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes.

Sensing someone approaching, Yan Yang picked up the person who was sleeping restlessly in his arms and had a slight fever, and hid in the closet nearby.

The wardrobe was not big, and he had already cleared out part of it in advance. Yan Yang held the person in his arms, and the two of them were very close. A faint fragrance came to him, but when he wanted to smell it carefully, it seemed like an illusion, and he could no longer smell it.

After hearing the sounds in the tent disappear, the chaotic sounds outside became much louder. Yan Yang patiently held the person in his arms and hid in the small space like this, surrounded by the faint fragrance of a young girl.

Until he heard a familiar voice, Yan Yang took out a bone whistle from his arms and blew it, and soon received a response.

Before Yan Yang carried the person out of the tent, he did not forget to cover the young lady's face with a black cloth. He was reluctant to let such a beautiful face be seen by those vulgar and barbaric people.