"Miss, is this really a strategic plan?"

Feng Qingyin nodded while looking at the drawings, raising the corners of her mouth slightly.

"It seems that these three thousand taels were not given in vain."

Looking up at Linglong, Feng Qingyin stretched out her hand.

"Let's go, Linglong, go back. I'm in a good mood today and want to meet my brother, the prince."

"Yes, miss."

Linglong smiled, bent down, supported Feng Qingyin, and headed in the direction of the two horses.

In Zhan Yuheng's battle camp, before Feng Qingyin and Linglong went back, a guard rode a horse to the outside of the tent, opened the curtain and walked in.

"Join His Majesty the Crown Prince."

The guard knelt on the ground and raised his eyes to look at Zhan Yuheng.

"No gift."

Zhan Yuheng, who was sitting behind the desk, waved his hand.

"Thank you, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

The guard cupped his hands and stood up, "Your Highness, Miss Qingyin went out to meet someone."

"Do you know who it is?"

Zhan Yuheng closed the book and raised his eyes.

The guard shook his head: "I don't know, but the direction the people are going back from may be the enemy."

"enemy?"

Zhan Yuheng frowned slightly, "Are you a boy or a girl?"

"It's a man, a tall man."

The guard responded.

"Miss Qingyin is on her way back. Your Highness, would you like her to come over to see you?"

"No need."
Chapter completed!