Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Zhao Lian looked at Song Wenjie with her big eyes and said in a clear voice, "Brother Song, I heard what you and Lord Chen were saying just now. Do you really want to overthrow the Emperor and let the Third Prince ascend the throne?"

Song Wenjie raised an eyebrow: "What? You're scared? Well, that makes sense, this is a capital offense."

Zhao Lian's eyes sparkled: "I'm scared! Of course I'm scared! But if we don't do this, we might die even more miserably in the end. Of course, the first to suffer will be Godfather and you."

Zhao Lian's words made Song Wenjie feel ashamed. He never expected that Zhao Lian, a weak woman, would have such courage. Moreover, she was only his father's goddaughter, yet she was able to risk her life to save him.

In comparison, he, a general, felt ashamed of himself.

Song Wenjie said solemnly, “This matter needs to be discussed carefully. I need to go back to the military camp first to find General Feng Ao. It’s late now, so you can find an inn here to stay for the time being.”

Zhao Lian patted her chest and said, "No way! I'll go with you."

A hint of helplessness flashed across Song Wenjie's lips: "That's easy to say. It's not as simple as prohibiting women from entering military camps!"

Zhao Lian raised an eyebrow: "It's simple in some ways, and difficult in others. We have to give it a try."

"Oh, what idea have you come up with?" Song Wenjie perked up.

Zhao Lian said mysteriously, "You'll find out soon enough."

Song Wenjie never expected that Zhao Lian's method was actually to dress up as a man.

When Song Wenjie saw Zhao Lian, dressed in men's clothing, standing in front of him, he was stunned.

Surprisingly, Zhao Lian didn't look particularly pretty when dressed as a woman, but she looked like a handsome young man when dressed as a man, exuding a dashing and heroic aura.

"What? You don't recognize me?" Zhao Lian suddenly burst into laughter.

"Tsk tsk~"

Song Wenjie rarely laughed: "If she didn't look like a woman, I really wouldn't recognize her."

Zhao Lian's face fell, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Why do I feel like you're implying that I'm like a man?"

Song Wenjie shrugged, looking completely innocent: "Am I wrong? If you don't look like a man when you wear men's clothes, then why would you dress as a woman?"

Thinking that what he said made sense, Zhao Lian then forgave him.

A crescent moon rose in the sky, and Song Wenjie led the way as the two headed towards the military camp on the frontier.

Without a word, the two used their lightness skills and flew away like arrows.

The border is quite far from here, a full 500 li away. This is the northern gate of the Han River Dynasty, and across from it lies the land of barbarians.

Because it was night, the two of them took about two hours to travel 500 li (approximately 250 kilometers).

Seeing the densely packed tents in front of her, Zhao Lian was immediately shocked. She counted them and found there were probably dozens of tents.

These tents are like yurts. Even though it's late at night, the faint lights inside make them look like fireflies.

Previously, General Song Wenjie and General Feng Ao had been stationed here for many years to prevent the invasion of barbarians.

Two years ago, there was an uprising when barbarians led their troops to invade. Later, Song Wenjie led his troops and defeated these barbarians, forcing them to retreat more than 100 li away.

Later, Song Wenjie was transferred away from here, and General Feng Ao set up camp here.

Song Wenjie walked towards the gate with practiced ease.

"Who?"

In the darkness, sensing the presence of strangers, the guards immediately raised their knives.

"It's me, Song Wenjie!"

Song Wenjie quickly introduced himself.

"General Song?" The soldier didn't believe it: "General Song left here a long time ago. How dare you impersonate General Song?"

Song Wenjie's lips twitched: "You idiot, you brat, it really is me!"

When the two soldiers heard the other soldier call out their names so familiarly, they exchanged a glance and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

"It's General Song's voice!" Er Lengzi exclaimed happily.

Song Wenjie took a few more steps forward and then stopped: "Look, it really is me, no doubt about it."

Er Lengzi was extremely excited: "General, you're finally back! I was just telling Niu Duzi that you would definitely come back, and I was right."

Er Lengzi and Niu Duzi are cousins. Because their families were poor and couldn't afford to eat, their parents sent them to the army camp at a young age.

These two brothers were not afraid of hardship and persevered, and later followed Song Wenjie.

They were both heartbroken when Song Wenjie was transferred.

At this moment, the calf standing nearby looked around and saw Zhao Lian. It immediately pointed at him and asked, "

"General, who is he? Where is Liu Yu?"

“He is my friend! We came here to see General Feng.”

Upon hearing that it was a friend of General Song, the two breathed a sigh of relief. They then added, "General, General Feng is receiving guests in the operations room."

Song Wenjie was puzzled that someone would come so late at night.

It's only about 100 meters from the main gate to the operations room.

Zhao Lian raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling in the darkness: "Brother Song, it seems we're still a step behind others."

At this moment, two people came out of the tent. Song Wenjie recognized one of them as General Feng Ao, but he did not recognize the other.

The man was dressed in black. At the tent entrance, the two exchanged a few more whispered words, and a short while later, the man in black hurriedly left.

General Feng Ao had a full beard, was tall and strong, and possessed great strength.

After seeing the man in black off, just as I was about to walk back to my tent, I suddenly felt someone staring at me from the corner of my eye. I instinctively looked up and met a pair of eyes.

He knew the owner of those eyes all too well; it was none other than Song Wenjie.

A hint of surprise flashed in Feng Ao's eyes: "General Song, what brings you here so late at night?" Then, seeing Zhao Lian, he asked with a puzzled look: "And who is he?"

He's a friend of mine.

Feng Ao was somewhat displeased: "General Song, this camp is not a place where just anyone can come in. You're not new to military camps, and you know the rules here."

"Could it be that General Song has been away from the military camp for so long that he has forgotten this?"

Song Wenjie clasped his hands in a salute, his expression complex in the darkness: "General Feng, please calm down. We have come to see you with something."

"Come in." After saying that, Feng Ao turned around and went into another tent.

Song Wenjie followed closely behind, and Zhao Lian also went inside.

The tent was simply furnished, with a row of chairs on both sides, making it look like a conference room.

Before the other party could speak, Song Wenjie plopped down: "I wonder if General Feng has heard any rumors lately?"

"I heard your father committed a crime and is now in Dali Temple prison."

Song Wenjie frowned: "That's right, but there's more to it than meets the eye!"

Feng Ao's voice boomed like a bell, impatiently interrupting Song Wenjie: "General Song, it's getting late. Let's get straight to the point. What is it you want to see me about today?"

Zhao Lian, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but say, "Brother Song, we are not on the same page as General Feng. I think there's no need for us to say anything more. Let's go."

Feng Ao's lips curled up: "Want to leave? Not so easy. The military camp isn't a place you can come and go as you please. If you don't explain things clearly today, none of you are leaving."

He hates it when someone starts something but then stops talking.