Mu Xing hesitated for a moment before raising his head to look at Su Xinyi, "I can't be certain who has ultimately received the food, but there are indications that some of it has ended up with Tatar tribes."
Su Xinyi's expression darkened slightly as she pondered and said, "This year, the Tatars haven't launched any large-scale invasions. As for the small-scale frictions at several border Guard Houses, could they be related to this food?"
"I wouldn't dare to speculate rashly, but the Tartar Tribes are not sheep. Even with food, they wouldn't really keep to themselves. So, I followed the route I discovered, passing through Duo Gan and traversing various Tubo tribes and then bypassing the Yu Xi Three Tribes to reach Wala. Finally, I returned from the lands of the Tatars."
Su Xinyi was astounded. In the span of half a year, Mu Xing had actually traveled to so many places, and one could imagine the hardships he encountered on the road, which explained why he had become so thin.
