The next morning, Xueying got up early to pack Hongli's luggage, carefully placing all his clothes and medicine in a bag. Hongli's injuries hadn't healed yet, and sometimes he was too busy to take care of himself. So Xueying had already instructed Hongli's personal guard to remind him to take his medicine.

Hongli woke up and looked at Xueying, who was busy beside him.

Xueying looked up and bumped into Hongli, who was secretly watching her. She smiled and said, "Your Highness, it's getting late. You should set off!" Xueying didn't want the moment of parting to be too sad, so she kept a smile on her face and tried her best not to worry Hongli.

The sun streamed into the room, and Hongli got up and stretched. "Today is truly blessed by the heavens; the weather is clear and perfect for setting out with troops." Hongli secretly glanced at Xueying to see her reaction.

Xueying picked up the clothes and helped Hongli dress, putting on his battle robe. "Hmm, the weather is indeed nice today. Have a safe journey, Your Highness."

Hongli took Xueying's hand and said, "You must be careful while you stay here. If you see that the situation is not good, then go back to the capital first."

Xueying's eyes immediately reddened, and she desperately held back her tears. "Your Highness, you should be careful on the ground. Pichu and I will be here waiting for your return... We wish you a successful war and a triumphant return." Finally, the tears still flowed uncontrollably.

Hongli gently wiped away Xueying's tears and kissed her cheek, his heart filled with remorse. He silently vowed that he would never let Xueying shed another tear for him again, and that he would make her happy.

"Your Highness, the soldiers are ready!" came the soldiers' voices from outside. Hongli released Xueying's hand, looked at her reluctantly, and finally turned away resolutely.

Xueying froze on the spot until Hongli's voice came from outside. "Soldiers, the soldiers at the front are suffering, and we have taken on the heavy responsibility of delivering military supplies. Do you have confidence?" The soldiers shouted loudly, "Yes, yes..."

Xueying rushed out of the tent, and Hongli had already mounted his horse and was riding ahead. Watching Hongli's departing figure, Xueying could only pray silently in her heart.

The battle soon broke out. The Qing army fought the rebels for more than a dozen rounds, but all ended in defeat. The soldiers lived in fear every day, and their morale was greatly reduced.

The Seventeenth Prince summoned Hongli to discuss how to resolve the matter. "Hongli," he said, "since the start of the war, we have lost several battles in a row. If this continues, I'm afraid we will lose this war as well!"

Hongli agreed with the Seventeenth Prince's point of view, but he himself couldn't understand it. Every battle plan was flawless, yet the enemy seemed to know it beforehand, always managing to rout him. Could it be…?

“Seventeenth Uncle, I suspect there are spies in the camp!” Hongli said.

The Seventeenth Prince nodded. "I think the other side understands our battle formations very well. At least one of them knows the strengths and weaknesses of my Eight Banners cavalry."

Hongli frowned. Finding the spy among so many people was no easy task.

The Seventeenth Prince also considered that there might be a spy hidden among them, someone who could access the General's tent; otherwise, it would be impossible for them to be so accurate in hitting the core every time.

“Hmm… I had the same idea. The enemy is very familiar with our army’s strategic deployment. After several rounds, I also found that the enemy seems to know everything in advance.” So the two of them began to discuss how to catch the spy.