"Then we'll take advantage of the bad weather to launch a surprise attack and catch them off guard!" Giroud understood the masked man's meaning and immediately came up with a plan.

Jiru and several of the army's deputy generals were native grassland people, and they knew the weather here better than anyone else.

The masked man remained silent, clearly indicating his tacit approval.

Meanwhile, with the small squad of elite soldiers led by Hongli protecting them, Thirteen was like a tiger with wings, and within a day they successfully arrived at the camp with the provisions.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Thirteen was summoned into the tent.

Looking at the tightly closed tent gate, Hongli muttered, "Why are Father Emperor and Uncle Thirteen talking to each other, while Uncle Seventeen and I are being kept away? The guards at the gate have all been changed."

"Your Highness, a letter from the capital."

Hongli was still puzzled when a soldier handed him a letter, which was obviously brought along with the grain delivery team.

Upon seeing Lanqin's handwriting on the envelope, Hongli was delighted and eagerly tore the letter open as he walked.

He thought his mother wanted to have a private chat with him, but after reading only a few lines of the letter, he exclaimed with joy, "Great news! Mingyu is pregnant! I'm going to be a father!"

He returned to his tent excitedly and read the letter several times in one go, his face beaming with undisguised joy.

The letter stated that everything was fine with Yu, and the imperial physician said the pregnancy was stable, so as long as she took good care of herself, there would be no problems.

Having not seen each other for a long time, and having been busy with military affairs, Hongli now felt a pang of longing for Mingyu as he read the letter and thought of his child.

"Someone, prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for me!" Hongli called out. After the items were brought in, he eagerly began to write a reply to Mingyu.

"Your Highness, it's so cold outside, what brings you to writing?" Xueying lifted the curtain and walked in, rubbing her hands as she entered, and began tidying up the miscellaneous items in the tent.

"Come and see!" Hongli unfolded the letter, his face beaming. "Mother wrote to say that Yu is pregnant. What a joyous occasion, truly a great joyous occasion."

He was still in a bad mood, holding Xueying's hand with a joyful expression.

Xueying was taken aback. She had been away from the capital for some time, and during this time she had been by Hongli's side. She did not expect that the letter from the capital would contain such big news.

Mingyu is Hongli's primary wife, and now that she is pregnant, her status has risen even higher. In an instant, Xueying even began to believe in the so-called concept of destiny.

No woman is without selfishness; they all want to possess their husbands. Yet sometimes, no matter how much she does, she is still not as fortunate as Mingyu. It seems as if everything was destined.

Thinking of this, Xueying felt a bitter taste in her mouth, but Hongli was so immersed in joy that he did not notice.

"Brother, let me grind the powder." Xueying lit the lamp in the tent and walked to the table to begin grinding the powder.

“Alright.” Hongli spread out the paper, picked up the brush, and began to write intently. In his eyes, he had long been accustomed to Xueying’s presence, and Xueying was naturally the one to share in such a joyous occasion.

Seeing his earnest and focused expression, Xueying pursed her lips and paused slightly in her movements.

However, she secretly told herself that she couldn't throw a tantrum like other women, and she shouldn't even show her jealousy.

Mingyu is Hongli's principal wife and the true mistress of the household. She should be happy that she is pregnant.

Even in the future, when Mingyu's child is born, she should take good care of him.