However, the fact that your arm can still move means it hasn't damaged your bones, so it's not completely crippled."He then went to rummage through some medicine bottles and found one containing a gre...At this time, Mo Yunjing was sitting by the bed, holding a letter written by An Xuetang. The content of the letter did live up to the two words "secretly" she had written on the envelope.

This letter… sure enough, can only be read quietly.

He had always known that she was adept at expressing her emotions in front of him, unlike him or even the women of this world. Her approach to matters of the heart was different from everyone else's.

About her lover, she said many things she wanted to say, never minding whether they were proper or not. There were many things that only a lover could do, things that should be done by men, but she seemed to have never thought that it was men's responsibility. As long as she wanted to do something, she would just do it.

Her letter spoke plainly of her longing for him, while she brushed aside the worries of home and the city with a casual indifference.

He knew she didn't want to go into too much detail, it was just that she didn't want him to worry about what was happening in the capital at this time.

No matter how succinctly she spoke, succinct to the point that anyone might think her words were insignificant, he could not fail to know how vexing and chilling the current capital was.

How could those people and things in the capital possibly not cause trouble for their Bei Xinjiang王府

But she truly went out of her way to spare him any trouble, didn't she

She also described in detail how she murdered Zhao Si, avenging everything he had suffered during his time in Xuan Country.

She said not to underestimate her just because she was pregnant. She wasn't a helpless woman, and she had many brothers and sisters from the Xintang Valley helping her, so he shouldn't worry about her and focus on other things.

When talking about herself and the amazing people around her, Mo Yunjing's handwriting in the letter became noticeably more flamboyant.

Looking at the characters in the letter, Mo Yunjing's deep-set eyes seemed to focus on every detail, as if he could see the smug expression on the writer's face when they penned it. A slight smile played on his lips, as if infected by that feeling, and a lightness filled his heart.

In the letter, besides detailing her own affairs, she asked about his most. She thought he didn't know that Yunliu had written to her, and now in the letter, she pretended to be wronged, saying that she hadn't heard from him for a long time.

Her words, both spoken and unspoken, were blaming him for not writing to her since he came to Youlan City.

She said that all day long, besides doing what she usually did, the only thing she did was think of him, and think of him again.

Seeing this, Mo Yunjing chuckled softly. She was still the same, daring to love and hate, daring to think and speak her mind.

She said that when she ate, she would think of him, wondering if he had time to eat a proper meal. She wondered if he had decent food under those conditions, and if the cooks in the barracks were any good.

She said that she thinks of him more when she's getting ready for bed, wondering if he's sleeping well and if he's too busy to even have time for sleep.

She said that whenever she placed her hands on her abdomen, she always felt as if the two fetuses inside were asking her why, for so many days, their father hadn't used his warm palms to cover them like a blanket.

She also said that she knew this was a military camp after all, and the Red Nation army had repeatedly attacked, so she knew he must be very busy. However, no matter how busy or tired he was, he still had to take care of himself, because she and their two children in her womb were waiting for him to return home safely.

Looking at her every word laced with concern, Mo Yunjing's eyes grew increasingly tender and affectionate. A certain part of his heart felt a tenderness he had never experienced before.

He was emotionally distant, and before meeting her, he had never considered that someone would care for him the way she did.

Even Mo Junyi, in his thoughts about him, would carry a hint of reverence and fear, completely different from her constant concern.

She knew he was a ruthless devil on the battlefield, his hands stained with the blood of others. But she never grew distant from him because of it, nor did she ever disdain him.

She didn't know that because of her, he could experience the beauty of being cared for. And because of her, his usually calm heart beat with a new kind of warmth. Because of her, for the first time when going into battle, he had the thought to give everything, to fight through any obstacles, even if it meant facing danger and hardship, just to come back alive.

Though the letter paper in his hand was only a few sheets, Mo Yunjing repeatedly read it over and over again.

For how long this state lasted, he couldn't say. Ultimately, Mo Yunjing found himself seated before the desk, personally grinding ink and picking up a brush.

She said she missed him, and how could he control the longing in his own heart for her

He thought he could bear it until he returned home, to whisper sweet nothings in her ear and slowly tell her everything. But at this moment, reading her letter, hearing her every word of longing, he couldn't hold back any longer.

So, he eventually picked up his pen and, like looking into her eyes, poured out his longing for her in the letter.

……

Yunliu had already written a letter this time. He didn't send it to the Princess Consort; he knew the Prince would write to her himself, so there was no need for him to continue reporting the situation here to her.

So, he chose to write this letter to Ning'er.

Having received Mo Yunjing, Yunliu couldn't wait and said, "My subordinate will immediately arrange for someone to send a letter."

Mo Yunjing glanced meaningfully at the letter in Yun Liu's hand, but he didn't expose him. He simply said, "Call Xun Wu over."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Yunliu had just left, when Xun Wu entered Mo Yunjing's tent. He bowed, "Your Highness,"

Mo Yunjing's expression was solemn. "Still no clues"

"Your Highness, we've searched everywhere within a few dozen miles of Youlan City, but found no clues. They vanished as if into thin air."

These days, the Xun Tang Gu brothers he brought with him have been searching for Tang Valley people, but no matter how hard they try, they can't find any clues.

Although they were certain, the hundreds of brothers had indeed come to Youlan City with explosives beforehand.

But they mysteriously disappeared, and no matter how hard we searched, we couldn't find them.

The problem now is that those hundreds of brothers are missing, which means the explosives they were carrying have also vanished.

They came to support King Beijang this time, and they didn't bring much explosives. Now that most of the explosives in Xintang Valley are in the hands of those hundred missing brothers.

The Queen had them transport almost all of the explosives they had been developing these days to help the King of Beijiang win the war.

But now it is discovered that the man has vanished, and the explosives have also disappeared.

No one knows if the hundreds of brothers met with disaster or not, nor can we confirm if the hundreds of explosives in their hands fell into enemy hands.

Once captured by the enemy...the consequences would be unimaginable.

Mò Yún Jǐng looked grave. He was silent for a moment, just about to ask something, when a tremendous noise came from afar.en Bai Feng walked over slowly. He squinted his eyes, looking at Bai Feng whose aura had changed. He pursed his lips with satisfaction; this was the look he wanted from Bai Feng.All he ever needed, fr...