The prince kneels every day. Has the princess forgiven him today?

Mu Yun watched Miss Song leave, completely confused.

He muttered softly, "Only those in the military can stay overnight in a military camp. But it should be okay for Miss Song, right?"

Even if I have connections, there's nothing I can do. I don't know where Miss Song is for a while.

Mu Yun hurried to find the prince and told him about this.

Unexpectedly, the prince was not in the army.

When Song Xiwan learned the news, she was sitting in the tent having dinner with Yan Wushuang, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

There was inevitably a hint of worry in her tone, "As the prince's confidant, how come you don't even know where he went? Qi Wei must be secretly waiting for an opportunity to act at this critical moment."

Mu Yun pondered silently, isn't this the task assigned to him by the prince to send Miss Song back?

Now that’s bad, the person hasn’t been sent away, and no one knows where the prince has gone.

Mu Yun soothed him, "Your Highness is a skilled martial artist, he'll be fine."

"Don't you understand what it means to capsize in a ditch?" Song Xiwan glanced at him coldly, then put down her chopsticks, "No, I have to go out and take a look."

Qi Wei is a cunning man. Even she almost lost her life, and Xie Chengqian might do the same.

Mu Yun was extremely anxious, "Miss Song! Please don't do that! If you make any mistakes again, my head will definitely be chopped off!"

Song Xiwan felt helpless.

She just wanted to go out and ask about the situation. It was impossible that no one in the entire military camp knew about Xie Chengqian's situation.

Did Mu Yun think she was a fool?

Song Xiwan responded unhappily, "Follow behind and protect me."

Little did he know that a dark light flashed in Yan Wushuang's eyes.

Miss Song and the prince do have a close relationship. The man who was calmly dealing with the dancer just now doesn't even care about his own safety now.

He hurriedly said, "No, it's too late."

Song Xiwan looked at Yan Wushuang strangely, and an indescribable feeling arose in her heart. It seemed that Yan Wushuang didn't know her very well.

She looked at the two men's nervous expressions and had no choice but to sit back down. "Okay, then go ask."

"Okay! Miss Song, wait for me here."

Mu Yun ran away quickly.

He was really afraid that Miss Song would leave the military camp on impulse, so he asked several generals in a short while, but there was no definite information, and he didn't dare to go back.

Inside the tent, Song Xiwan lowered his head to eat his meal, but he had no appetite.

Yan Wushuang noticed that she hadn't touched her chopsticks much, so he asked anxiously, "But the food isn't to your liking? Sorry, these are the only ingredients we have in the barracks."

They are all simple and filling, nothing like the delicacies in the Song Mansion.

Song Xiwan smiled, "What do you think of me, Master Yan? I've eaten worse meals before, and this is considered good."

Yan Wushuang hurriedly shook his head, "That's not what I meant, it's just..."

For a moment, he didn't know how to explain.

It was rare for Song Xiwan to see Yan Wushuang looking so bewildered. Her eyebrows raised slightly, "Why are you apologizing to me so readily today? Am I that scary?"

Yan Wushuang at this time is quite different from his previous life.

Yan Wushuang's face froze slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "No, it's me who should be the one frightened. I just let you see such a cruel scene."

Although Song Xiwan didn't show it, he knew how terrifying he was like that.

Song Xiwan was slightly stunned.

"You were just interrogating the prisoner your way. This person is a close confidant of someone with whom you have a blood feud. Do you think you should be merciful?"

The point is, when was she so easily frightened?

Yan Wushuang raised his eyes, a hint of light and caution appearing in his dark pupils.

His voice was a little hoarse, "Do you really think so?"

Song Xiwan nodded in agreement, "I have no reason to lie to you."

I thought this was an exchange of trust.

Unexpectedly, Yan Wushuang curved his eyebrows, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart, and murmured softly, "That's good."

Song Xiwan felt a strange feeling in her heart. Why did Yan Wushuang in this life care so much about her thoughts?

The words that Xie Chengqian said in the past inexplicably emerged in Song Xiwan's mind.

No way?

"you……"

"Late night."

Song Xiwan wanted to ask a few more questions, but she heard an intimate call from the door of the tent, which made her heart surge with waves of fear.

She looked in astonishment and saw Xie Chengqian in a tight suit, his usually cold brows slightly furrowed.

Obviously, he would be unhappy at this moment.

Song Xiwan didn't bother to ask Xie Chengqian what "Wanwan" meant. She stood up and walked in front of him, getting close and sniffing carefully.

Very good, no bloody smell.

Xie Chengqian's displeasure faded with her action, and he asked with a slight curl of his lips, "What are you smelling?"

Song Xiwan only then realized how indecent her behavior was.

She coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment, "The prince left the military camp secretly. I smelled it and saw if he went to find another dancer to get information."

Xie Chengqian knew that she was teasing him on purpose. He glanced at Yan Wushuang who was stunned not far away, and a chill rose in his heart.

"No, just having you here is enough."

Song Xiwan's eyelids twitched. She was very familiar with Xie Chengqian's overly explicit words. He must not be saying them to her.

Apart from them, only Yan Wushuang was left here.

She interrupted with a dry laugh, "If you really went, I wouldn't know."

Xie Chengqian's eyes darkened slightly, and he whispered in her ear, "That's impossible, but you're having dinner with Yan Wushuang here."

This is still his main account!

So brave.

Song Xiwan sensed a hint of danger and secretly gave him a look. How could such a thing be discussed in front of Yan Wushuang?

"We are waiting for you to come back."

Xie Chengqian snorted lightly, indicating that he was not coaxed.

Song Xiwan had a terrible headache!

She dragged Xie Chengqian out and said to Yan Wushuang with a smile, "The prince and I still have something to discuss. You eat first."

Yan Wushuang didn't even have the chance to respond. He looked at Song Xiwan's receding back with gloomy eyes, and his fists on his legs clenched unconsciously.

He wants to try again, but is there still a chance?

in case……

At this time, Song Xiwan had dragged Xie Chengqian to another tent where miscellaneous items were stored, and once again received a lot of strange looks on the way.

Song Xiwan ignored him and asked after entering the tent, "Where on earth have you been?"

"I thought you had no time to worry about me."

Xie Chengqian's tone was very sour.

Song Xiwan said with a helpless smile: "Today I realized how jealous you are. I just had a meal with him after interrogating the dancer. What are you thinking?"

The next moment, Xie Chengqian held her in his arms.

His large palm covered the back of her head, his chin resting on her soft black hair, and his voice was hoarse, "You are not allowed to eat with him."

These slightly overbearing words stunned Song Xiwan. She struggled to raise her head from his arms, looking up at her fair and tender little face.

"You're not even allowed to eat?"

"Correct."

Xie Chengqian's face was stern and tense, and it almost said: I'm very angry, you have to coax me.

Song Xiwan couldn't help but laugh. She put her hands around his sturdy waist and asked softly, "How can I not be angry?"