"It's impossible. Old General Su's injuries have not healed, and his abilities are limited. If he falls into enemy hands again, it would be even more troublesome. There is another secret letter from Your Highness that does require Old General Su to take some action," Chu Yihan instructed indifferently.
Su Qingzhi's blood boiled with fervor, "Your Highness's orders, your humble servant would not hesitate to die a thousand times over!"
Chu Yihan whispered a sentence in his ear that shocked Su Qingzhi once again, "Can this... really work?"
"It can."
The reply from Chu Yihan was very succinct and his tone brooked no argument, leaving Su Qingzhi unable to retort.
After Chu Yihan had left, although Su Qingzhi tossed and turned sleeplessly, he felt great admiration in his heart.
"Chu Yihan, truly a rare talent of a general and an emperor!"
It really was Su Yingxue's good fortune to have married him.
Into the tent where Su Yingxue was trapped, a figure slipped in.
