Such a plan was almost flawless.
But everything had changed because of Su Yingxue.
"Tomorrow, the Ninth Prince must charge onto the battlefield again with severe wounds, then suffer defeat, allowing Wu Dao's plan to succeed by half,"
Chu Yifeng raised an eyebrow, his languid eyes carrying a hint of wicked charm.
Chu Yihan, with his arm around Su Yingxue's waist, said, "You stay in the Silver Moon Pavilion first. Once we are all gathered in Yungui City, we can give Wu Dao a heavy blow."
Su Yingxue nodded in agreement, "Good, when Wu Dao arrives in Yungui City, I want to take his life myself to avenge my mother!"
A touch of bloodthirsty ferocity flashed in her eyes.
But to guard against Wu Dao, Chu Yifeng had hidden her underground, insisting she not show herself unnecessarily.
Before he left, Su Yingxue called out to Chu Yifeng, "Hey, can you lend me Sister Rong Sheng for a while?"
Chu Yifeng refused without a second thought, "No."
