Ah Yuan and Ah Ling came in, ready to set up the bedding.
Ye Zao waved her hand, "You all go rest, I'm not scared."
She was just a bit unfamiliar and unaccustomed, but there was no need to trouble others.
"Miss, just sleep at ease, it's warmer for us servants here too," Ah Ling whispered, tucking Ye Zao's quilt in.
A dull weariness clouded Ye Zao's mind, and she figured the brazier in their tent was probably not enough, so they might as well stay here.
Although it was already March, Mongolia was still colder than the Capital.
When Fourth Master arrived at the main tent, he saw the lights ablaze; Prince Zhi, in his armor, was present.
He was covered in dust, obviously just back from the field; he had come straight here without even taking the time to wash up.
By the time Fourth Master arrived, Prince Zhi was already speaking with Emperor Kangxi, his face alight with a smile, signaling that the battlefront was stable and he was not in a hurry.
