"Master, are you storing so much grain to help the Crown Prince support the soldiers at the border?"
That night in the Su Clan's residence, after the Little Prince had gone to bed, Little Kingfisher asked the same question that had been bothering her.
"Yes."
Su Qingluo nodded frankly.
"How will it be transported to the border?"
Little Kingfisher was a little worried.
"There's no hurry to transport it. Store it in Mystic Canyon first to be prepared for emergencies."
Su Qingluo already had a plan: "Raising an army is not easy, the Empress is suspicious of Lin Clan's army, the situation at the border is getting more and more difficult. For now, my father is still able to solve the problem of food supplies, we don't need to reveal ourselves."
Little Kingfisher understood: "Master means to keep it in storage, unsure when it will be needed."
"Mhm."
Su Qingluo's gaze flashed, and she sighed softly: "Actually, in my heart, I sincerely hope that there will never be a need for it."
