Wang Dali shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the distant camp: "Hard to say. But since the Prince already knows, let's just wait and see."
Li Zhang Hutou nodded, a trace of expectation flashing in his eyes: "Mm! Hopefully, it will succeed."
Wang Dali smiled and patted Li Ergou's shoulder: "Don't worry, with the Prince and Princess Consort here, we'll only get better and better."
In the night, the outpost on Yin Mountain stood silently, like a guardian god, quietly watching everything at the foot of the mountain.
In the distant Turkic camp, the bonfires gradually extinguished, and the camp fell into silence.
The following afternoon.
The Turkic entourage's convoy slowly traveled along the official road leading to Yong'an City, the wheels rolling over the loamy soil, kicking up fine dust.
Princess Yujia sat inside the carriage, her fingers gently lifting the curtain, her gaze peering through the gap towards the distant scenery.
