It's not far from this slope to Ghost River Beach, Chunyu Yan could block carriages, but he couldn't stop people.
Ye Chuang was moved, his eyes brimming with hardship.
"Miss, we'll take the medicine over, you should return to Xinzhou with General Wen."
They were Pei Jue's confidants, and going to Bingzhou at this time was an act of loyalty to their master, an inescapable responsibility, but Feng Yun needn't risk it.
Ye Chuang's gaze was sincere, carrying an indescribable sadness.
"If Ao Qi were here, he wouldn't let you take this risk."
Chunyu Yan, seeing the two of them like this, squinted his eyes and smiled.
"Well said. Feng Twelve, take the advice. Hurry back..."
Feng Yun looked at Ye Chuang, then suddenly turned her head to stare at Chunyu Yan with a smile, "Today I shall make another prophecy. I bet on Pei Jue to win the battle for Bingzhou."
Chunyu Yan curved his lips, his eyes darkening with an icy detachment.
Ye Chuang's eyes reddened, "Miss..."
