Let alone ten days, Feng Qingyin couldn't wait even for one day. She wished that Feng Jiuer would die in front of her right away.
Only when she dies can the prince brother completely forget her!
Gently putting the letter down, Feng Qingyin pursed her lips and put the empty bowl back on the tray.
"For the time being, we can only wait. I hope Jiu'er won't break her promise. After all, we still have so many brothers in her hands."
"If we don't give her any time at all, our thousand brothers will definitely be in misery. You can see it just by looking at Linglong."
At the end of the sentence, Feng Qingyin's voice changed a little.
"I don't know if Jiu'er has been with the Ninth Prince for too long and has become so vicious. The imperial doctor said that Linglong's face...can't be cured."
"How could Jiu'er develop such a poison? It's really too vicious!"
Gently wiping the corners of her eyes, Feng Qingyin picked up the tray.
"Brother Prince, I'll go over first so I won't disturb your work."
Feng Qingyin was not expecting a response from Zhan Yuheng.
She sobbed, wiped the corners of her eyes again, and turned to leave.
"I should also go check on Linglong. I heard that she has no appetite at all. I'm really worried!"
"A good face was ruined like this. If it were me, I wouldn't live in an ignoble way. Linglong... is so pitiful."
Feng Qingyin took a breath, opened the curtain, and walked out.
The tent curtain lifted and fell, and Zhan Yuheng raised his eyes to take a look.
Looking at the still shaking curtain, his eyes were very dark. Perhaps, except himself, no one knew what he was thinking right now.
After Feng Qingyin left Zhan Yuheng's tent, she gave the tray to the palace maid who came up to her, and walked towards Linglong's tent...
On the other side of the mountain, it was more lively and lively than the Prince's Battle.
After two or three days of relief, the brothers in the war camp almost recovered.
The most important thing is that Feng Jiuer's return gave everyone a lot of confidence.
On a wide grassland at the rear of the military camp, Xiaoying and everyone were sorting out medicinal materials, while Feng Jiuer was checking the situation.
"Yes, this herb is enough."
Feng Jiuer put down the medicinal materials in her hand and walked to the other side.
Squatting down, she picked up the still fresh herbs, looked at them carefully, and even put them in front of her nose and smelled them.
"Yes." She nodded with some satisfaction, "I finally got it right this time."
Little Cherry gave instructions on the other side and trotted to Feng Jiuer's side.
"Is it this kind of thing?" She looked at Feng Jiu'er and asked softly.
"Yes." Feng Jiuer put down the medicinal materials and stood up.
After looking carefully for a while, her eyes fell on Little Cherry.
"According to the proportion, this medicinal material is at least half missing. It is difficult to find, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Little Cherry nodded, "It's indeed a bit difficult. The brothers have already gone to the other side to look for it to see if they can find it."
"Okay." Feng Jiuer nodded, raised his eyes and glanced at the sun, "It will be exposed to the sun for another day, and it can be used as medicine tonight."
After looking around for a while, her eyes returned to Little Cherry.
"How many others are left?"
"There are three kinds of medicinal materials that are insufficient." Xiaoyingying responded, "The brothers are all looking for it. Let's see what happens when they return."
"If not, I will go out to look for it together in the afternoon."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, everyone." Feng Jiuer just took a look around and heard the voice of the communication bird.
She looked at the direction from which the sound came and curled her lips slightly.
"The news came quite quickly."
"What's the news?" Little Cherry glanced in the direction she was looking.
Seeing the birds flying over, she looked back at Feng Jiu'er with excitement and said, "Is this a letter from the prince?"
"Yes." Feng Jiu'er nodded, and the bird landed on her shoulder.
Communication birds all look similar, but for Yu Fengjiuer, she can still distinguish them based on their coat color.
It had been less than two hours since her bird delivered a message to His Highness the Crown Prince, and she recognized it as the bird she had sent this morning.
Holding the bird in her hands, Feng Jiuer opened the short tube tied to the bird's feet, took the letter out of it, and opened it.
"Sure enough, one month is impossible." Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and sighed lightly.
Little Cherry immediately came over and her eyes fell on the letter.
"How long? How long does His Highness the Crown Prince want to give us?"
"Ten days." Feng Jiuer said softly, "It's almost as I predicted."
"The prince is not stupid, and it is normal for him to know our intentions. He knows more about Phoenix City than we do, and of course he will not wait until Uncle Nine Emperors comes over before taking action."
"Ten days?" Little Cherry frowned, "But after five days, the prince's reinforcements will arrive."
"Even if we let Mocheng's troops interfere, or even use His Highness the Crown Prince's token, we can delay them for a few days at most."
"Jiu'er, the tenth day doesn't seem to be good news for us."
"Yeah." Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and threw the bird up, "Don't rush to reply to this matter, you have to think about it carefully."
"Didn't the letter of trust say that if we don't agree, tomorrow will be the day for war?" Xiaoying said anxiously.
No one likes fighting. The battle finally stopped for two days. Maybe everyone hopes to slow down again.
After all, once a battle begins, no one has time to breathe, let alone rest.
"Yes." Feng Jiuer turned her head and looked at Little Cherry, "Isn't there still several hours between now and tomorrow?"
"We can't change the prince's decision even if we are anxious, so we must calm down and think about this issue carefully."
"Yeah." Meeting Feng Jiuer's gaze, Little Cherry nodded.
No matter before or now, Little Cherry likes to obey their Jiuer's orders.
Especially now, their Jiu'er magic skills are unparalleled, and Little Cherry can't help but admire them.
With her around, no matter how serious the situation is, you can feel at ease.
"I'm going to see if the brothers have any good medicinal materials and bring them back. You can check them again and see if there are any deficiencies."
"Go ahead." Feng Jiuer waved her hand, "Prepare everything that needs to be prepared first. There is still time, there is no rush."
"I know." Little Cherry nodded and left with brisk steps.
Watching her leaving, Feng Jiuer put away the smile on her face.
"Jiu'er." Zhao Yusheng approached from the other side.
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and turned to look at the person coming.
"Jiu'er, is there a letter from the prince?" Zhao Yusheng asked softly as he strode to Feng Jiu'er.
"Yes." Feng Jiuer nodded, "There are only ten days."
"Ten days?" Zhao Yusheng frowned and seemed not surprised by the answer.
"Yes." Feng Jiuer nodded again, "By the way, when will the team arrive? How do you plan to arrange the one thousand surrendered troops?"
