"But Qingyun..." Linglong still didn't understand.
There are some things that not only she knows very well, but the lady also knows very well, right?
Qingyun doesn't accept the young lady, how can he listen to her?
"Just go ahead if I tell you to, so much nonsense!" Feng Qingyin waved her hand, and the person had already come behind the curtain.
"Yes." Linglong nodded, immediately chased after her and helped her open the curtain.
"Tell your people to be smart and stop causing trouble to me." Feng Qingyin turned her head and glanced at Linglong.
"Yes, Miss." Linglong nodded again.
Stepping out of the tent, Feng Qingyin transformed back into the noble yet delicate concubine.
Who would have thought that such a gentle woman could be more ruthless than a killer?
Back outside His Royal Highness the Prince's tent, Feng Qingyin looked at the people on the side.
"Where is Qingyun? Let him come to see me."
"Yes, Miss Qingyin." The guard nodded, turned and left.
When Feng Qingyin opened the curtain and walked into the tent, Zhan Yuheng was still asleep.
Looking at his pale face, she calmed down and walked over.
Sitting down by the bed, Feng Qingyin stroked the black hair beside Zhan Yuheng's ears.
"Brother Prince, if you wake up, you will definitely agree with my suggestion."
"Mocheng's defense is weak, we might as well attack directly."
"By capturing Mocheng, we not only completed what the old man told us, but we were also able to cooperate with the Eighth Prince inside and outside."
"If you wipe out the Ninth Prince in one fell swoop, who will dare to compete with you for your position as crown prince?"
"At that time, you will be the emperor, and I will be the empress of the world, and our child..."
Lowering her head and rubbing her slightly bulging belly, Feng Qingyin smiled happily.
After a while, Qingyun's voice came from outside.
"Miss Qingyin, what do you want from me?"
His words "Miss Qingyin" made Feng Qingyin in the tent curl her lips unconsciously.
"Come in and talk."
Qingyun opened the curtain and walked in.
Feng Qingyin sat beside the bed and did not look back.
"Have you heard about the reinforcements?"
"Mocheng sent troops to obstruct us, but a few thousand troops can't hinder them for too long." Qingyun responded, "They will arrive in about two days."
Feng Qingyin took a square towel, wiped the corners of her eyes, stood up, and turned to look at Qingyun.
Taking a deep breath, the man with red eyes shook his head.
"Qingyun, I remember that the emperor asked the prince's brother to come here to recapture Mocheng."
"Now that Feng Jiuer's army is in Crowwood City, why don't we attack Mocheng directly?"
"Attacking Mocheng directly?" Qingyun looked at her and frowned.
"Yes." Feng Qingyin nodded, "If it weren't for Feng Jiu'er, the prince's brother wouldn't have been seriously injured, and we wouldn't have to sacrifice so many brothers."
"Now the prince brother..." Looking back, Feng Qingyin choked up again.
"We don't know when he will wake up. We certainly can't sit still and wait for death."
After taking a slow breath to stabilize her breath, Feng Qingyin looked back at Qingyun.
"The reinforcements are now very close to the gate of Mocheng. There are fifteen thousand people. If we send another ten thousand people there, it will not be difficult to invade Mocheng."
"Mocheng sent 5,000 troops to help Feng Jiuer from the beginning, and now he has sent thousands of people out to block our reinforcements."
"Qingyun, do you know how many people there are inside?"
"According to the spies' report, there are about ten thousand people guarding the city gate." Qingyun responded softly.
"So, with our 25,000 troops, we still can't attack?" Feng Qingyin became excited and couldn't help coughing lightly.
"Miss Qingyin, don't get excited!" Qingyun frowned and reminded.
Now that the life or death of the prince is uncertain, he must at least protect his only child.
Feng Qingyin waved her hand holding the handkerchief and went over to sit on the chair next to the bed.
Raising her eyes to meet Qingyun's gaze, Feng Qingyin called out somewhat weakly: "Qingyun."
"I know you have a strong opinion against me, but since we are all dedicated to the sake of the prince, can you temporarily put aside your prejudice against me?"
"I don't dare!" Qingyun cupped his hands and lowered his head.
Feng Qingyin sighed lightly and waved her hand.
"That's all, I know my own affairs well."
"However, I still advocate sending 10,000 soldiers to help the reinforcements and let them attack Mocheng immediately. This is definitely a good opportunity."
"Do we not need to wait for His Highness the Crown Prince to wake up before discussing this matter?" Qingyun pursed his lips and asked softly.
Feng Qingyin looked back and wiped the corners of her eyes.
"Brother Prince, in this situation, I don't know how long it will take. Since you think my proposal is good, I can just give the order myself."
"If anything happens, I will take full responsibility for it."
"The prince's brother was so seriously injured. As a wife, I have to share the burden with him. So why not risk my life for him?"
Qingyun looked at Feng Qingyin and calmed down.
After a while, he said calmly: "We will only obey the orders of His Royal Highness, or...obey the person holding his token."
"Miss Qingyin, I am not qualified to express my opinion on this matter. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
When Qingyun lowered his head and cupped his hands, the corners of Feng Qingyin's mouth raised slightly.
"Okay, you go out and wait for orders."
"Yes." Qingyun held his hand again, took several steps back, and then turned around and left.
…
After a hearty meal, Feng Jiuer and everyone returned to the largest wing of the inn.
Several people were sitting on blankets around the low table drinking tea, and some were sitting on chairs nearby.
Little Cherry was kneeling at the low table making tea while Qiao Mu was reporting the situation.
"We drove the prince's men out of the city, but we didn't injure many of the other party's troops."
"Zhao Yusheng, is there any news about the prince?" Feng Jiuer glanced at Zhao Yusheng not far away and asked.
"I don't know the specific situation, but the prince's injury should be serious." Zhan Yuheng responded softly.
"The opponent is currently leaderless, Jiu'er, should we attack directly?"
Feng Jiuer took the tea from Xiao Yingying, took a sip and nodded.
"That's what I meant."
"Now, almost all the people in Crowwood City are in the south. We are staying here to give the enemy some breathing time."
Turning her eyes, Feng Jiuer looked at Nanmen Zhuo.
"Nanmen Zhuo, what do you think of this matter?"
Nanmen Zhuo calmed down, met Feng Jiuer's gaze, and nodded.
"It really doesn't make much sense to continue to stay. Let's do this, Jiu'er. I'll leave some of my own troops to guard the city gate. What do you think?"
"Of course someone must stay." Feng Jiuer's voice sounded.
"We have been fighting for so long. Whether it is Crowwood City or Desert City, they are our cities. Neither side can be lost."
"It would be more appropriate for you to stay. You are most familiar with the affairs of Crowwood City."
