Ah~

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream erupted from the Tatar prince's tent.

Tadar lay on the low couch like a maggot, writhing his body wildly.

Fortunately, there were two of Tadar's confidants under the low couch. They rolled up their sleeves to reveal their strong arms and grabbed Tadar's limbs, imprisoning him on the low couch.

Standing beside the low couch was a middle-aged woman wearing a dark blue robe with colorful ribbons hanging from her sleeves.

This is the witch doctor beloved by the Tatars.

She reached out and took the handkerchief handed to her from the side, wiping the wine from the corner of her mouth.

Immediately afterwards, a young woman in a black robe, holding a clump of dark, muddy grass in a handkerchief, walked up to the witch doctor who was chanting.

The chanting of half an incense stick is enough to cleanse the dark, murky potion.

With the witch doctor's nod of approval, the woman in black walked to the eldest prince's side, aimed at the wound on his right shoulder, and smeared mud on it.

Immediately afterwards, a maidservant surrounded him and bandaged the wounds of the eldest prince, Tadar.

Although Tadar was still in excruciating pain with the muddy grass plastered on his shoulder, it was better than the burning sensation he had experienced from being sprayed with strong liquor.

The sweat on his forehead was almost soaking the pillow down the back of his neck; his last bit of willpower kept him from fainting.

He gave a wink to his closest confidant, who immediately understood and helped him up halfway. "Witch doctor, my injury..."

The witch doctor naturally understood his worries, and his drawn-out voice sounded truly bizarre, "Prince, there is no need to worry. Your injuries are no longer a serious matter, and you will be able to take up arms again after you recover."

Upon receiving the witch doctor's confirmation, Tadar's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly calmed down.

The Tatars have always admired warriors with high martial skills, and the more skilled a warrior is, the more followers he will have.

Although Tadar is now the eldest prince of the Tatars, if he has not yet become king, he will no longer be able to lead troops into battle. His brothers, who are eyeing him covetously, will naturally kill him and take his place.

Now that his own brother, Kedar, has died at the hands of that damned woman from the Great Jin Kingdom, if anything were to happen to him, his mother's status as the Grand Consort would be in jeopardy!

He was born to be an eagle soaring through the heavens, and he absolutely cannot let such a thing happen!

Fortunately, his right shoulder injury will prevent him from being unable to lift a knife in the future.

After watching his confidant see the witch doctor off, Tadar, with the confidant's help, slowly lay down and closed his eyes to rest.

Any movement would inevitably aggravate the wound, Tadar hissed coldly, his chest burning with rage.

Recalling the pale-faced man who slashed his right shoulder with a knife today, he felt a surge of anger.

Looking at the dim oil lamp in the tent, he swore in his heart that the first thing he would do when he broke through the gates of the Great Jin City was to cut off the pretty boy's head and give it to the wizard to make into a wine vessel!

The shame of today has been averted!

Tadar was finally able to rest, while Song Yanqing and Lu Qiqi finally got to wait for the enemy to change shifts.

As night deepened, taking advantage of the Tatar army's change of guard, Lu Qiqi led Song Yanqing to use spatial manipulation to successfully slip into the Tatar camp.

By this time, the night was past midnight, and the Tatars who had been guarding the campfires outside the tents gradually returned to their tents.

Lu Qiqi and Song Yanqing tiptoed and carefully avoided the patrolling Tartars, heading towards the enemy camp's grain storage area.

Their priority now is not to assassinate Tadar while he is surrounded by numerous Tartar guards.

Instead, they targeted the Tatars' cattle, sheep, and horses to replenish the Jin army's provisions and improve their food.

The Tatars' main food sources were beef and mutton, dairy products, and grains exchanged with neighboring countries.

The area for raising cattle and sheep was huge, and Lu Qiqi estimated that the Tatar prince would definitely send a lot of people to herd and guard the cattle and sheep to ensure that there were no worries about the rear during the war.

The two walked deeper into the camp and came to a tent whose lights were still on. They heard two women's voices coming from inside.

They paused outside the tent, their footsteps light.

In the dead of night, a cacophony of chattering came from the tents; Lu Qiqi couldn't understand a word of the Tatar language.

She blinked her big eyes, looking puzzled, and turned to look at Song Yanqing.

All that could be seen was Song Yanqing, whose jawline was clearly defined, staring intently at a certain spot.

Lu Qiqi leaned close to his ear as he crouched down and whispered, "How come there are women in the military camp?"

It's really strange that when two sides are at odds, the women of the tribe, who serve as the rear guard for the men's campaigns, are never brought to the battlefield.

The hot breath sprayed against his ear, and Song Yanqing couldn't help but twitch his ear. He instantly felt his right ear getting hot, his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and made a shushing gesture.

Before speaking, Lu Qiqi made sure that the sound she made wouldn't be heard by the people talking inside the tent, and now she had Song Yanqing's reminder.

Suddenly, she wondered if the woman speaking in the tent was discussing something important.

Otherwise, given Song Yanqing's style of doing things, he certainly wouldn't have stayed here for too long.

After another string of gibberish, Lu Qiqi learned the hard way that not being proficient in the language was a disadvantage for her for the first time.

However, she seemed to hear a young voice speaking in a strong tone during their conversation.

A moment later, there was no movement inside the tent, and then the dim light inside the tent went out.

At this moment, Song Yanqing gently tugged at Lu Qiqi's sleeve and continued walking towards the open area of ​​the camp.

Once they were away from the tent where the two women had spoken, Song Yanqing quietly explained to Lu Qiqi.

He said, "If I'm not mistaken, one of the two women who were talking in the tent just now should be a Tatar witch doctor."

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