"Yes!" Xiaochaihuo responded promptly.
Ji Xinhe once again lowered his glance over the stirring Rouyi Army down the hillside, then turned around and left directly, seemingly uninterested in the predicament that Song Yalin was about to face.
The arrival of the imperial troops would not be immediate; Mingyin Mountain was not big but not small either. Besides, the people from the imperial court did not dare to act rashly.
He wondered how Song Yalin's decision to throw herself into the net would play out in the hands of the Rouyi Army.
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Below the hillside, the Rouyi Army, who had been debating whether or not to pursue and kill Princess Pingyang, witnessed a woman dressed as a man tumbling down the slope. At that point, her ponytail had come undone, revealing her feminine grace in full display.
A sudden cry arose within the Rouyi Army, their eyes burning with excitement, "Ha! A woman from Da Qian!"