Resisting the Wind and Splendor

The convergence of the armies was a good thing in itself, but the problem was that Dingzhou City was really not that big.

Lu Fengjin had nearly 100,000 troops, Qin Jianye also had 100,000 troops, and together with Huo Qing's forces, they had more than 40,000 troops, totaling more than 200,000 men. The small city of Dingzhou simply could not withstand them.

“I will write a letter to the Marquis. Send someone you trust to deliver it and see if the Marquis is willing to listen to me.”

Chu Yueli unfolded the letter, and Lu Yunfei went over to grind ink for her.

"You want my third uncle to lead the troops directly to Uyghur?" Lu Yunfei asked, looking at what she had just written.

"You really dare to rummage through military secrets," Chu Yueli couldn't help but tease.

Lu Yunfei glared at him: "You should have said so earlier if you didn't want me to look!"

"Yes! Anything is allowed! Don't get angry."

"I didn't lose my temper." He's not such a petty person.

Chu Yueli just smiled, picked up the letter she had just written, dried it, and put it back into the envelope.

Since Lu Yunfei had already revealed the contents of Chu Yueli's letter, Jing Lei no longer held back and asked directly, "If the Qin family army goes directly to Wuyi, they will miss the opportunity to purchase military rations in Weicheng."

"We just bought up all the military rations in Weicheng. It will take some time to resupply. By the time the next batch of grain arrives, Prince Jin's army should also be here. At that time, Prince Jin will wave his hand and I'm afraid there won't be much grain left in Weicheng."

In addition to the grain delivered by merchant teams for trade, grain from Weicheng was also brought by people from various places for trade.

Weicheng was a huge trading market, but no matter how large it was, it was no match for the army.

"Moreover, the Qin family has always been wealthy." In fact, they were incredibly rich. So, the emperor had always wanted to confiscate the Qin family's wealth, but he lacked the courage and the excuse.

"The Marquis's troops must have plenty of food. It's impossible for them to risk going to Southern Mongolia by not being able to buy military rations. The lack of supplies at Weicheng should not be a big deal for them."

"And what about us?" Lu Yunfei asked Chu Yueli.

"We still need to go to Dingzhou to meet up with Madam Qing and the others, and then we'll head to Sukelu together."

Chu Yueli handed the letter to Jing Lei, who immediately ordered it to be sent out.

The next day, the army continued its journey, but Zisu soon noticed that Chu Yueli's condition was not quite right.

Today, Chu Yueli is traveling by carriage. I forgot to mention that although it is springtime, it snowed in Dingzhou today.

It started to drizzle last night, which soon turned into sleet, and the weather suddenly turned cold. This morning, it started to snow heavily.

Although the brothers were all wearing warm clothes, they were still shivering from the cold.

Chu Yue insisted on riding forward this morning, but she hadn't gone far when Lu Yunfei threw her into the carriage.

Lu Yunfei couldn't bear to look at her; the woman's face had turned reddish-purple from the cold.

“Miss, you don’t look well.” Zisu was sitting opposite her and was about to reach out to touch her forehead, but Chu Yueli stopped her.

"Miss, you have a fever!" Zisu's heart jumped into her throat instantly.

She's pregnant! Catching a cold and developing a fever at this time would not only affect her own health but also the baby in her womb, which is extremely dangerous!

"Don't talk nonsense!" Chu Yueli immediately reached out and covered her lips, afraid that Lu Yunfei would hear her soft cry.

Sure enough, the thought had barely crossed my mind when Lu Yunfei's deep voice came from outside the carriage window: "Are you sick?"