Although Zhou Zhiruo was somewhat helpless, she still opened the secret letter in the end.

But the moment she saw the signature, a hint of anger appeared between her brows.

After a moment, Zhou Zhiruo threw the secret letter aside: "It's just as you said, full of nonsense. The problem can be explained in ten words, but it takes hundreds of words as a prelude."

Zhang Wuji smiled and asked, "Who is sending this letter?"

Zhou Zhiruo said angrily: "It's General Yang under your command."

Zhang Wuji said, "Yang Xiao, what did he say in the secret letter that makes you so angry?"

Zhou Zhiruo said: "It's not that he said anything, it's just that I look down on him. In the battle of Jinyang, not only did he lose the city and suffer the loss of 70,000 to 80,000 soldiers, but he also lost our son."

After Zhou Zhiruo said this, she clearly felt that Zhang Wuji's body trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhiruo quickly said, "Damn it, damn it, why am I talking about our son's affairs with my broken mouth?"

Zhang Wuji said: "It's okay, I'm not unhappy. As long as it's what my Zhiruo says, no matter what it is, I like to listen to it."

Zhou Zhiruo said: "In my opinion, you are just talking nicely."

"Yang Xiao said in the secret letter that he deserved to die. If he hadn't been stopped by his men, he would have committed suicide long ago. He said he felt guilty towards you."

"Ninety percent of this secret letter consists of apologies alone."

"Only the last few words are useful."

"After Yang Xiao fled to Daxing, he gathered the remaining soldiers and concentrated the troops from various counties in Hexi."

"Now he has more than 50,000 troops in his hands. What are your next instructions?"