Chapter 229: She Is Not an Outsider

The crowd hurriedly bowed in salute, but Chi Nan Yi simply stood there.

Mo Junyan's wheelchair halted before Chi Nan Yi: "How did you get here?"

"We can't just stand by and watch a death."

Mo Junyan chuckled softly; his fondness and admiration for her, Mo Junyan never conceals, nor intends to conceal.

She truly deserves the best.

Yun Shui stood behind him, his face full of smiles.

Since meeting Miss Chi, the master's mood has greatly improved.

In the wounded camp, only Yun Shui thinks that way; the other soldiers wear very grim expressions.

Even the Divine Doctor cannot alter the fact that she is a male favorite.

Their Prince is Daqi's war god, the army's leader, how could…

Zhao Yan clenched his fists; this Southern First Young Master saved his brother, so despite his displeasure he cannot speak now, yet… if he remains silent, it truly feels uneasy.

"Prince." Zhao Yan could no longer restrain himself, and walked slowly to Mo Junyan's side: "Prince, this is a military camp, a strategic stronghold; is this young master's presence here somewhat improper?"

Mo Junyan, hearing this, slightly furrowed his brows, a layer of coldness in his eyes: "What do you mean?"

Sensing his anger, Zhao Yan hastily said: "I, the junior general, did not intend to offend the Prince; it is truly because military matters involve the soldiers' lives and the safety of provisions, we must not give outsiders any chance."

Chi Nan Yi naturally knew who the outsider referred to, sneering: "Deputy General Zhao really turns his face and refuses to recognize people; when I treated your brother, you never said that."

"Southern First Young Master, you saved my brother Zhao Yan, you are my benefactor, but military orders are as heavy as a mountain; it is a rule that outsiders cannot appear in the camp. If all remains peaceful, everyone rejoices; if trouble truly arises, it would be inexplicable."

Zhao Yan hadn't finished speaking when Yun Shan clamped his mouth.

Ancestor, do you know who stands before you? Speaking nonsense here, aren't you afraid of being stripped alive by the Prince?

"Prince, Zhao Yan's mind is not sound; please don't be angry. I'll take him out right away and give him a proper reprimand."

Mo Junyan said nothing, but the ink‑dark emotion in his eyes gradually brewed.

He had only been away for such a short time, yet she had been wronged.

"No need," Chi Nan Yi yawned, "I'm tired, I'll go rest for a while."

"Mm."

Mo Junyan gave Yun Shui a glance.

He released Zhao Yan, turned, and followed behind Chi Nan Yi.

After they departed, Mo Junyan furrowed his brows, his cold gaze sweeping toward Zhao Yan: "What's happening?"

Zhao Yan clenched his teeth, knelt on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Prince, I am speaking the truth, even if you and the Southern First Young Master…" He paused, then continued: "The camp's rule was established by you; outsiders cannot be brought in."

"She is not an outsider."

"I have heard senior mention that Situ General and those soldiers met unjust deaths because an affair occurred in the camp, leading to such a bitter demise; it is for this reason that I spoke as I did, and I ask the Prince's forgiveness."

Mo Junyan, hearing this, lifted his eyes and coldly stared at him: "This Prince says, she is not an outsider." His voice was calm yet carried unquestionable firmness.

Under his overwhelming pressure, Zhao Yan lowered his head and said nothing more.

Yun Shui, trailing behind Chi Nan Yi, whispered: "Miss, the camp is full of rough men who won't speak; please do not spar with them. Moreover, today they lost provisions and silver, so resentment is inevitable in their hearts."

"Why should I be angry?"

"Huh?"

"It's the Prince who's been mistaken as a duanxiu, not me; why should I be angry?"

Chi Nan Yi lifted the camp flap and entered, a trace of bitterness flashing across Yun Shui's face.

Duanxiu…

If the Prince learns that the brothers in the camp think he is a duanxiu, they won't know how to get angry.

"By the way," Chi Nan Yi's voice echoed from the camp: "Five li from here lies a forest, and beyond it a cave; the things inside might be useful to you. Remember to bring enough people, otherwise you may not be able to move them."

Hearing her words, Yun Shui's eyes brightened, and he hurriedly turned and left.

At that moment, in the command tent, Mo Junyan sat on the main seat, while Zhao Yan and other deputy generals and colonels sat at the lower seats.

"Prince, the opponent knew it was a military convoy transporting provisions and silver, yet dared to strike down, this is outright intentional; the Western Region Royal Family is deliberately provocation!"

"The Western Region is merely a tiny nation, truly has the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard."

……

Listening to their back‑room chatter, all were applying to dispatch troops for the western expedition.

Mo Junyan furrowed his brows; though he said nothing, impatience flickered in his eyes.

"Prince, now Daqi's forces are strong and robust, it is an ideal time to launch a western expedition!"

"Prince, I…"

"Tsk." Mo Junyan coldly stared at them, his eyes deep as a dark pool, full of contempt: "Strong troops? Strong enough that even this little thing was taken by others?"

The soldiers who had just spoken grandly fell silent.

"One general's triumph leaves ten thousand bones to wither; the common folk have only just settled into peace. If war erupts now, it is not the best time." With Mo Junyan's words ending, the crowd stared at his legs and fell into silence.

Indeed! Now Prince Li's legs are ruined, unable to ride the battlefield, and Daqi's war strength has been greatly drained.

"Prince, the army's supplies are insufficient now, the provisions are depleted; it would be better to promptly inform the court and have the supplies redistributed."

Zhao Yan's words ended, and the tent fell into silence again.

Whenever the court distributes provisions, they receive the smallest share; the reason is clear to everyone.

Although they are court generals, they are also Prince Li's soldiers.

It could even be said that, aside from Prince Li, none of the soldiers in this camp can be commanded.

The court is well aware of this, so when distributing provisions they always give them little; the fact that they can eat and stay clothed comes from Prince Li's private treasury.

Just as everyone was in a bind, Yun Shui hurried in.

"Prince." He walked to Mo Junyan's side, a trace of excitement on his face, whispering a few words into his ear.

Mo Junyan's eyes softened with a hint of a smile; she had come here late at night, and it turned out to be for this.

Set out immediately.

As you command!

Zhao Yan heard him say that and thought they had caught the Xijiang people who were seizing grain and supplies; he was about to draw his sword and chop off their heads when he heard Yun Shui say, somewhat surprised, "With your ready-to-die attitude, what are you preparing to do?"

Isn't it to seize the grain and supplies back?

"Seize? Seize from whom?" Yun Shui patted his shoulder, smiling, and said, "Not to seize the grain and supplies, but to carry them."

Carry?

A mighty crowd of nearly a hundred people set off toward the place Chi Nan Yi had mentioned.

I say, where exactly are you taking us?" Zhao Yan looked toward the forest ahead; how could there be grain and supplies there? Perhaps they had taken a wrong turn.