As long as he didn't push her away, she wouldn't mind.
She no longer wants the old man, the Emperor. She only wants his brother, the prince, and she only wants to be with him for the rest of her life.
As long as the prince and brother are here, she doesn't need to be afraid of anything. Even if the emperor is here, Feng Qingyin won't be afraid.
Zhan Yuheng let Feng Qingyin hold him. He sat there without making any unnecessary moves. For a short period of time, he was like a puppet.
After a while, Zhan Yuheng coughed slightly, stood up, and gently helped Feng Qingyin to sit back in her seat.
Not far away, Qingyun was holding a bird in his hand, hesitating whether to come over and disturb it.
Zhan Yuheng sat in his seat and had returned to his usual composure.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Qingyun, then waved his hand.
Qingyun held the bird in his arms and walked up to Zhan Yuheng.
"Your Highness, this bird is flying in your direction."
Qingyun showed his bird's feet and looked at Zhan Yuheng.
Zhan Yuheng nodded lightly, Qingyun opened the short tube tied to the bird's foot and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Your Highness, this is a letter from Feng Jiuer."
While Qingyun was speaking, he did not forget to glance at Feng Qingyin.
Feng Qingyin looked at the people beside her, her brows furrowed.
Feng Jiuer, this damn bitch, is really haunted.
I finally made the prince brother see the truth clearly, but she actually came to visit me again?
"Brother Prince, I..." She took a deep breath and stood up.
After letting out a deep breath, Feng Qingyin found it difficult to suppress her anger.
"I'm tired and want to go back and rest, so I won't accompany you."
Before she finished speaking, Feng Qingyin covered her lips and ran to the other side.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she took a step, she tripped and fell forward.
If Qingyun's quick eyes and hands hadn't helped her up, she would have fallen to the ground.
However, such a result had already been in Feng Qingyin's calculations.
"I'm sorry! Brother Prince, I didn't mean it, I just couldn't help it... Wuwu... Brother Prince, I'm sorry!"
Feng Qingyin, who was in Qingyun's arms, cried like a child.
Zhan Yuheng stood up, stretched out his big palm, and carefully supported her.
"I will take you back to rest."
"Um."
Feng Qingyin nodded, "Brother Prince, what did Jiu'er say?
I want to know."
"I'm worried that you will be attracted by her..." "No."
Zhan Yuheng interrupted her, "Qingyun, go in and wait for me."
"Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince."
Qingyun nodded, turned and left.
Feng Qingyin deliberately leaned on Zhan Yuheng, but Zhan Yuheng did not push her away, and still supported her and went to her tent.
The woman nestled in the man's arms lowered her head and gently wiped the corners of her eyes with a proud smile on her lips.
After settling down Feng Qingyin, Zhan Yuheng returned to his tent.
Qingyun watched him come in, nodded, and stood aside.
"What did the letter say?"
Zhan Yuheng sat down behind the desk and asked in a deep voice.
Qingyun opened the letter and took a look.
"Your Highness, Feng Jiu'er wants to surrender a thousand troops in exchange for a month's time."
"She once again stated that the Ninth Prince has no intention of rebellion. Once the Ninth Prince and the Emperor clarify everything, this battle will be avoided."
"For the sake of the tens of thousands of soldiers on both sides, she asked the prince to think twice."
Zhan Yuheng frowned and retracted his big palm as soon as he extended it.
Qingyun thought that the prince wanted to read it in person, after all, it was Feng Jiuer's personal letter, but he didn't expect that he seemed to have misunderstood his meaning.
"The letter is ruined."
Zhan Yuheng's deep voice sounded, "Tell her to surrender a thousand troops in exchange for ten days."
"If she agrees to return my people in ten days, I will not attack for the time being."
"If she doesn't agree, tomorrow will be the day of war. Let her think carefully."
"yes."
Qingyun nodded and said.
He raised his eyes and cupped his hands, and continued to ask: "Your Highness, is there anything else?
If not, I will go out first."
Zhan Yuheng waved his hand and said nothing more.
Qingyun stepped forward, placed the letter in his hand in front of Zhan Yuheng, and held it in his hand.
"Your Highness, you'd better read this letter. It's a very important matter. I'm worried that I may have made some mistakes in my expression."
Comparing his feelings with his own, Qingyun didn't want this battle to continue.
If the Ninth Prince had ambitions, he would have rebelled many years ago, and there is no need to wait until this time.
The emperor's doing this is tantamount to forcing the Ninth Prince to rebel.
Even if they beat Feng Jiu'er, can they beat the Ninth Prince?
Qingyun has no confidence in attacking someone he respects.
However, he is the prince's man, and no matter what the prince decides, he will try his best to complete it.
Qingyun took a few steps back, turned around and left the tent.
Zhan Yuheng was the only one left in the spacious tent.
Looking at the letter on the table, his frown became darker and darker.
Zhan Yuheng was silent for a while, and then was brought back to consciousness by the sound coming from outside.
"Brother Prince."
"Brother Prince, can I come in?"
Feng Qingyin's voice came in again.
"Enter."
Zhan Yuheng said a low word.
After washing herself, Feng Qingyin seemed to be in much better spirits.
She carried a tray herself and walked in cautiously.
"Brother Prince, after I drank the soup that the palace maid prepared for me just now, I felt much better."
"I heard that you can also drink this soup, so I asked them to prepare an extra portion. Haven't you not eaten much these days?
Try this soup, it’s really good.”
Before she even got close, Feng Qingyin noticed the letter on the table.
Looking at the position where the letter was placed, she could almost imagine that Qingyun had just put it down.
"Brother Prince, please try."
Putting down the tray, Feng Qingyin personally carried the soup and came to Zhan Yuheng.
She took a spoon and spooned into the soup.
"The heat is just right, Brother Prince, please try it."
After scooping up a spoonful of soup and handing it to Zhan Yuheng, Feng Qingyin said with a smile.
Zhan Yuheng glanced down at the soup, took the bowl, put it to his mouth, and drank the soup in a few mouthfuls.
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.
"In five days, 15,000 reinforcements will arrive. Once everyone in this palace is safe, the war will begin."
