Ayang hurriedly followed along, and as she passed by Qi Jingrong, she made a funny face at him.

Qi Jingrong’s face turned a shade darker.

Inside the handsome tent.

Qi Jingyi and Zhou Jiang were both present; seeing Nian Qianqian enter, they hurriedly rose: "Senior."

"Someone is here looking for the Eighth Prince." Nian Qianqian glanced back, "Come in, the Eighth Prince is here."

Ayang was delighted upon hearing this and rushed inside, but as a princess of Miaojiang, she had never saluted anyone. At the moment, she was completely unaware and dashed up to the table, chattering away hurriedly, then suddenly realized they might not understand Miaojiang dialect, so she quickly pulled out the letter written by Gu Qingheng.

Qi Jingyi and Zhou Jiang were discussing the upcoming battle strategy at the moment, and couldn’t help but exchange glances.

Zhou Jiang reached out to take the letter.

"Haha." Qi Jingyi chuckled after reading it, looking at Nian Qianqian, "Senior Nian, please take them down to settle. They’re probably tired, Qingheng asked them to come."

Nian Qianqian nodded slightly and led them away.

At this moment, Qi Jingrong also walked in: "Eighth Brother, those two Miao people..."

"Tenth Brother, you take a team to rendezvous at the foot of the mountain ten miles away; General Gu should have found Third Brother."

"Really?" Qi Jingrong’s eyes widened.

"True or not, it depends on whether you can receive them."

"I’m on my way." Qi Jingrong didn’t even bother to ask about the backgrounds of those two Miao people, turned around, and left with his men. Without Third Brother, he felt uneasy; he had grown up following Third Brother, even knowing that his mother was only a Zhaoyi, a pawn used by Imperial Concubine Jin to manipulate their father. However, Third Brother had truly been good to him, and without his protection, he wouldn’t have survived, nor would he have his current status.

Moreover, Third Brother didn’t achieve everything through his status; it was all through his relentless efforts that no one could dispute it. If the Crown Prince hadn’t been born the legitimate heir, would he have been qualified to be the Crown Prince?

If Third Brother desired, he would go all out to help him achieve his aspirations.

Some might say, how could there be genuine affection within the royal family?

Yet he knew it existed, just like between the Eighth and the Crown Prince, or between him and Third Brother, they were people who had once entrusted their backs to each other. Such emotions, outsiders wouldn’t understand.

For outsiders, Third Brother being captured might only mean a loss of one Prince and one general for Daxuan, but for him, it meant losing a pillar.

Actually, he had thought several times about searching for Third Brother, but unfortunately, everyone disagreed, and he dared not act rashly, fearing to cause more trouble. He had to stay alive; at least, while he was here, Third Brother’s forces and enterprises could continue operating normally.

After all, it has been more than a month, and there have been some unusual murmurs in the court.

Only when Third Brother returns alive will those murmurs disappear.

Meanwhile, in another tent, Ayang bathed, changed clothes, and ate. She also fed Jin Bao some porridge before calling Arang over: "Arang, you must go back to check on the situation. If possible, stay and protect Brother Aguang and Old Father Ran."

"Princess, I must protect you."

"Now that Jin Bao and I are here, we are already considered safe." Ayang shook her head, "Besides, even if you’re with us here, if they really intend to do something to us, could we have any room to resist?"