The two men carefully wrapped up the note, put it back exactly where they had found it, and then quickly rushed back to the camp to inform Zhou Fu of what had happened.
Zhou Fu scoffed, "Bring those two men here, and make sure you don't alert anyone else."
"Yes!" Wei Zhan and a young Martial General responded, clenching their fists in acknowledgment.
In a short time, Mr. Dong and his trusted attendant were brought into the tent...
Yingbao curled up inside the carriage, sound asleep.
It wasn't until the drumming of war woke her that she scrambled to her feet, dazed for a moment, and lifted the carriage curtain to look outside.
She saw two armies meeting in a fierce battle at the foot of a distant slope.
War is brutal, a fight to the death where soldiers from both sides are attacking each other tirelessly, like they are injected with chicken blood, not stopping until death.
Bored, Yingbao furrows her brows.
This endless fighting only harms the lives of the common people.