Inside the Purple Robe City.

“That’s what Nianxia said. Your Highness, Fucha couldn’t hold back in the end,” Cui Niang said to Lanqin, who was reading a book.

“Hongli has been gone for so long, why hasn’t the first letter arrived yet? This child, he was supposed to write the letter.” Lanqin seemed not to hear Cui Niang’s words and spoke to herself.

“Your Highness, perhaps they are on their way. The Fourth Prince is only accompanying the Seventeenth Prince to oversee the battle; he will not go directly to the battlefield. You don’t need to worry too much,” Cui Niang advised.

“What mother doesn’t worry?” Lanqin raised her eyes, looking away from the Quran. “The fish are biting the hook again?”

"Yes, Your Majesty, this Fucha clan woman is really something. She has committed many evil deeds over the years. It's time to deal with her." Cui Niang said indignantly.

“Nianxia has served her for so long and has finally gained her trust. We must treat Lady Fucha with care,” Lanqin said.

“Your Majesty, we’ve laid this trap for so long, she can’t escape now,” said Cui Niang. “Although you are now a Noble Consort, you have real power in the harem, so dealing with a mere Noble Lady is still easy for you.”

“But Lady Fucha has her family behind her, as well as the Empress’s support. If we are not careful, they will put pressure on the Emperor in the court. Therefore, I must not add to the Emperor’s pressure. We must get solid evidence of her wrongdoing in the harem, otherwise she will have a chance to escape,” Lanqin said.

“Yes, then let Nianxia continue to keep an eye on that side?” Cui Niang said.

Lanqin nodded. Tonight, she seemed to have trouble sleeping. For some reason, she felt uneasy and was still worried about Hongli.

Meanwhile, under the night sky in the northwest.

The entire camp area was asleep, with only a small number of soldiers changing patrols.

Under the cover of night, a troop was quietly approaching the Qing Dynasty's encampment. But no one expected that someone would launch a sneak attack at this time.

The soldiers on guard duty at the front were silently slit in the throat. Some strangely dressed men in black, carrying curved knives, began to sneak in.

They moved nimbly, without disturbing those who were already asleep. There weren't many people who entered; they weren't there to launch a sneak attack, but to assassinate.

These people seemed to be searching for their predetermined target, checking each tent one by one.

Xueying lay on the bed fully clothed, but her sleep was restless. Perhaps it was because she had never slept in such a bed before, or perhaps today's experience was too novel, something that had never happened in her previous life.

"Owner!"

A deep, resonant voice suddenly rang in Xueying's ear.

"ah!"

Xueying woke up instantly, as if sprang to a boil.

"Master, it's Pichu," the voice said from the darkness, extremely low.

"You, how did you get in?" Xueying asked in alarm.

Suddenly, she felt a pang of regret for not listening to Hongli. This foreigner was very dangerous, and she had actually kept him by her side like that.

“Master, someone has sneaked in. Pichu is here to protect you,” Pichu said.

"Who came in?" Xueying whispered in disbelief.

“They all carry long, curved swords; they must be Huns. Pichiu doesn’t know what they’re here for, but they’ve already killed some patrolling soldiers. They seem to be looking for someone,” Pichiu said.

Xueying's eyes lit up, and a thousand thoughts raced through her mind.

“Pichiu, take me to find Prince Bellor. You know where Prince Bellor’s tent is, right?” Xueying said.