With the minor incident of Zhou Li getting injured coming to an end, everyone began to discuss the serious matter at hand.
Three Thousand Camp.
"If we're talking about the Three Thousand Camp, what I say might not carry much weight."
Zhu Qianyun gripped the hilt of her sword tightly and said gravely, "The Three Thousand Camp only obeys military orders, and I can't easily mobilize them either. Apart from my father, I fear that no one in the Thirteen Cities of the Northern Ring can command the Three Thousand Camp."
"What about fighting them?"
Tang Wan asked subconsciously.
"That won't do."
Shaking her head, Zhu Qianyun spoke in a low voice, "If the Three Thousand Camp were truly engaged in killing and plundering, we would be justified in our actions, and my uncle wouldn't blame us. But they are only following the King's orders; for us to attack the Three Thousand Camp without good reason would be no different from treason. Even if I could escape blame, what about you?"
