Mudan Hua hesitated in her excitement: "You mean, to subtract the grain for his twenty thousand? But what if we do not have enough grain when he submits his men?"
"Just ask for more." Feng ZHiwei replied carelessly. "Chunyu Meng is leading part of the bridal guards to Yu Zhou Camp, so all the Irgi Tribe needs to do is send a few people with him. We will be supporting the Imperial Court's Army and Yu Zhou City will not hold back grain."
"Wei Wei my dear," Mudan Hua began, patting Feng Zhiwei's hand affectionately. "Marrying you is truly a fortunate blessing for my Ji Dog…"
As Feng Zhiwei smiled a white shadow flashed in the corner of her gaze. Zong Chen was calling for her.
