At the border between Nanyuan Kingdom and Jiangnan, King Chen's army has captured three cities and officially advanced into the territory of Nanyuan Kingdom. They have set up camp in the country, ready to start the next war at any time.

Inside the camp.

Tightly guarded.

"Report!"

A soldier rushed into the main camp and knelt on one knee, "Your Majesty, there is a secret letter!"

No one knew who sent this letter. There was no signature, no name, nothing on it. Yet it mysteriously appeared at the gate of the camp.

Zong Zhengchen, who was working at the office, immediately put down his work and took the letter.

Open.

In these few short lines, secrets about the Nanyuan Kingdom are revealed.

A few days ago, when he was preparing to send troops, he also received the same secret letter, which also contained the military secrets of Nanyuan Kingdom.

At first, he thought it was a trap or some prank.

Sent someone to investigate.

Upon checking, the news was true.

He followed the instructions in the secret letter and captured three cities in two days.

Now, during the army's rest period, another similar secret letter was delivered, guiding him on where to go next.

"Did you see the messenger?" he asked.

"No," the soldier shook his head. "This letter was stuck on the tip of an arrow and shot from a distance. We have no idea who shot it. By the time we saw the letter, that person had disappeared without a trace."

Zong Zhengchen frowned and looked at the letter.

"Got it, back off."

"yes."

The soldiers went out.

He still held the letter and looked at it carefully. The more he stared at it, the more he felt that the neat and beautiful handwriting was inexplicably familiar.

But I can’t tell where it is familiar.

At the beginning, it was precisely because of this strange sense of familiarity that he chose to believe this person.

Who is betraying the Nanyuan Kingdom?

Who is helping him?

"Master, the two young masters are looking for you." Outside the tent, Han Ying came in leading two unsteady children.

Time always passes quickly during a fight. Wei Xi and Zi Ye can already walk on their own, although they are still a little shaky, but they won't fall.

"Daddy."

As children grow up, their personalities become more independent.

Zong Zheng Ziye is a man of few words. He only speaks when he needs something. He basically doesn't like to talk at other times.

The same is true for Zong Zheng Weixi, with a young and tender face, clear and cold, a cold and arrogant little beauty.

Zong Zhengchen put away the letter, walked over, squatted down, and looked at the two children at eye level.

"Why don't you stay in your tent?"

When he led his army to war, he was worried about his two children, so he brought them with him and kept them under his eye.

Zong Zheng Weixi said:

"I dreamed about my mother. Please give me all the medical skills she had seen before. I want to see them."

Zong Zheng Ziye said:

"Daddy, I'm not a child anymore, don't buy me bamboo dragonflies or kites all the time, I want a whip."

The child is over two years old and his teeth have just grown, but his personality is so calm and steady.

Zong Zhengchen felt relieved but also extremely heartbroken.

Is there any born proud child in this world?

They were all forced out.

Qin Ye’s death severely traumatized his two children and also left an indelible scar in his heart.

He wanted to comfort the child, but as soon as he opened his mouth... he couldn't even comfort himself, so how could he comfort the child?

He gently rubbed the two children's heads lovingly and said hoarsely:

"good."

"Hanying, satisfy them. In the future, give them whatever they want. They don't have to tell me. As long as they like it and want to do it, I'll give it to them."

In the blink of an eye, Qin Ye had been away for more than half a year.

The people sent to look for the bracelet were like looking for a needle in a haystack, and they did not send back any reliable or useful information.

The hope was too slim, but he still had faith in his heart.

Even a glimmer of faith.

A little bit, just a little bit, is enough to keep him alive.

Qin Ye, wait for me to come find you...