"Where are the reinforcements from Daliang? Judging by the timing, they should have arrived by now, right?"

"I don't know! Maybe they're still mustering troops, it won't be that quick?"

As they were talking, a heavily wounded soldier with an arrow stuck in his shoulder blade suddenly ran out from not far away.

He stumbled towards the group, his voice trembling as he cried out, "Something terrible has happened, General Huo! The King of Liang has learned that the princess is suffering from the plague and is unwilling to provide us with any assistance."

"What? Didn't you tell them that there's an endless supply of food to support Liangcheng?" Huo Tingye was quite surprised.

The soldier was covered in blood, and his lips trembled.

“They said that His Highness is suffering from a seasonal plague and may die at any time. If they help Liangcheng at this time, and the Northern Barbarians and Great Wei find out, they will definitely be attacked by the Northern Barbarians.”

The implication was that Qin Yuezhao was dying and they didn't want to take any risks.

Enraged, Huo Tingye cursed, "Damn it, a bunch of profit-driven bastards! Our princess is just sick, not dead, how can they go back on their word?"

Seeing that he was quite angry, Chen Wan'er quickly said, "General, now is not the time to worry about these things. If the Great Liang won't help us, we can only do it ourselves! Let's get the medicine into the camp first and muster the troops quickly."

Yes, the princess is ill, and Huo Tingye is currently the highest-ranking official in the entire Liangcheng.

He naturally became the backbone of the three armies.

"Okay, please deliver the supplies to the quarantine camp. I'll go muster the troops now!"

After saying this, he beckoned to his two close lieutenants: "How much of the explosives and fireworks the gods bestowed last time are left? How many weapons are available? Go and take stock!"

The two lieutenants immediately nodded and withdrew.

After they had gone some distance, Chen Wan'er bent down and pushed the wooden cart, urging, "Dr. Zhang, we can't delay any longer. We need to cure the soldiers' illnesses as soon as possible and defend Liangcheng."

Zhang Mi pulled the cart with all his might and said firmly, "Don't worry, I will do everything in my power to find an antidote for Your Highness and the soldiers!"

After delivering the medicine to the military camp, Chen Wan'er returned to the general's mansion.

Looking at Qin Yue Zhao, who was lying unconscious on the bed, her nose tingled, and her long-suppressed emotions suddenly erupted.

"Your Highness, what should we do? The Northern Barbarians and the Great Wei are coming to attack. The Great Liang has gone back on its word and is unwilling to help us. We are about to be surrounded by hundreds of thousands of troops."

Kneeling before Qin Yue Zhao's bed, her tears flowed uncontrollably.

Qin Yue Zhao lay in bed, feeling as if she were floating in the air.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed across her eyes like lightning. She saw the Northern Barbarian army approaching the city. Startled, she opened her eyes abruptly and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Wan'er! Has the Northern Barbarians attacked?"

Chen Wan'er was both surprised and delighted that she suddenly woke up.

"Princess, how did you wake up?"