Putting the empty bowl back on the table, he said softly: "Okay, go and have a rest, I still have things to do."

"Um."

Feng Qingyin nodded obediently and picked up the bowl.

Her eyes fell on the letter paper beside the table, and she picked it up with her free hand.

"Brother Prince, Jiu'er really negotiated terms with you by surrendering his troops?

A month?”

She looked back at Zhan Yuheng, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Brother Prince, you won't really promise her a month, will you?

As time goes by, if the Ninth Prince attacks us, we will not be able to escape even if we want to."

"But, we have a thousand brothers in her hands, and we cannot ignore our brothers' lives. What should we do?"

Feng Qingyin looked anxious.

"I will only give her ten days."

Zhan Yuheng responded in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!