Resisting the Wind and Splendor

Seeing that the girl didn't seem too bad, Lu Yunfei decided not to argue with her.

Moreover, taking advantage of someone's misfortune is never something he's willing to do.

After putting the princess to sleep by pressing her pressure points, Lu Yunfei left.

Not far outside the tent, the two guards were still standing watch.

However, the two of them had just overheard the princess's words: once the boy was put to sleep, he could be allowed to leave.

There was no movement in the tent, probably because the princess was asleep. The two of them didn't seem to care about Lu Yunfei's departure.

Lu Yunfei quickly moved away from that tent.

But all the tents in front of us look pretty much the same. Which one does the prince live in?

Where is Chu Yueli now?

At this moment, Chu Yueli was indeed near the prince's tent.

But not around, but on top of the tent.

It takes a lot of people to be able to lie down on it, since although the tent's load-bearing capacity is not bad, it is far less than that of a well-built house.

Moreover, this military camp was clearly recently relocated, and the tents were not set up in a fixed manner; it was just a temporary garrison.

The tents were not as sturdy as usual.

Even with Chu Yueli's lithe body, she would have to maintain a constant flow of internal energy after climbing up, otherwise she would not be able to stay upright.

Inside the tent, people were talking.

"A mere hundred or so people, and it took almost a month to finish, requiring me to come in person. What use are you all, whom I've trained all this time? You're utterly useless at this crucial moment!"

The person below was speaking Khitan, which Chu Yueli couldn't understand.

Although she had been learning the pronunciation of Khitan before she came, the information in the books was limited, and she could only barely understand some of it.

To truly understand it, one would probably have to learn from the Khitans in person.

But the person speaking now, Chu Yueli could clearly sense that he possessed an extraordinary aura.

He must be a master.

So she lay on the tent, barely daring to breathe, holding her breath and not daring to lose focus for even a moment.

After the Khitans were lectured, Master Mo, who had been sitting silently to the side, finally spoke up.

"Your Highness, the person they want to deal with is the Ink King. If the Ink King can really be taken down so easily, what right does he have to be the King of the Northern Frontier?"

They were still speaking Khitan.

Master Mo speaks Khitan as fluently as he does in the Central Plains.

Chu Yueli couldn't understand the whole sentence, but she did understand one name.

King of the Northern Frontier!

The person they were talking about was indeed Lu Beimo.

The prince waved his hand, and the Khitan warriors who had been reprimanded bowed and quickly left.

The prince had just sat down on the chair when he picked up the cup and took a big gulp of tea.

But still seemingly not satisfied, he slammed the cup onto the table with a loud bang.

"The Northern Cavalry has moved. What exactly do they mean?" This time, the prince actually spoke in the Central Plains dialect! "What is Lu Xiao really thinking? Does he not even care about Lu Beimo's life?"

Master Mo pondered for a moment before saying, "They dare to come here because someone has already infiltrated our north to search for King Mo."

He thought for a moment and then said, "Your Highness, please calm down. They probably just want to use the attack to throw us into disarray so that they can find King Mo more easily. If I'm not mistaken, the person who came to find King Mo this time must be an exceptionally powerful figure."