At noon today, Yan Dong and Yan Wulu's team had left Jinling and headed north.

The emperor's envoy traveled ten miles from the city to see him off.

A group of Zhenbei sergeants also set out to accompany them.

Taking the Daqian Tunnel, the team soon crossed the Yangtze River and arrived at the Beiguo Plain.

Walk to the center of the corridor.

The procession suddenly stopped.

Yan Wulu was at the head of the team. The reason why he ordered the team to stop was simple. The corridor was blocked, which seemed to be caused by a natural disaster.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to move forward in a short period of time.

"It's getting late, it seems it's too late to get to the next station."

Yan Wulu looked at the setting sun in the sky, then turned to Yan Dong and said, "...Father, why don't we make a temporary camp here to rest tonight."

"Yes." Yan Dong nodded upon hearing this, and then waved his hand to indicate that the troops would be stationed temporarily.

…

The moon is as cold as water.

Inside the marching camp.

Yan Wulu felt that it was unusual for the corridor to be blocked today.

It's as if someone did it on purpose.

Moreover, the old emperor actually asked all the Yan family members to return to the North without leaving even a formal proton.

Everything is too abnormal.

But, for what?

Assassination?

Yan Wulu thought it was impossible. There was his father, himself, Cheng Huanian and a large number of elite soldiers and generals of the Zhenbei Army here.

Which master in the world can sneak into this place to assassinate?

Assassination is unlikely.

And even if a large army were to conquer, it would be difficult for any army to be able to deal with the Zhenbei Army here.

Yan Wulu couldn't think of an idea for a while.

But then I thought maybe I was being suspicious.

Perhaps, simply after Xie Qixing's death, the old emperor felt that his imperial power was stable, and he was extra "merciful" to himself and others who had made great achievements.

When Yan Wulu was thinking deeply.

Suddenly, a heroic female voice came from outside the tent——

"Eldest nephew, is it convenient for me... to come in?"

Yan Wulu raised his head when he heard the sound.

It was Yan Weiyu's voice.

It's really strange. In the past, Yan Weiyu always barged in directly. He didn't kick the door, which was considered a courtesy.

Tonight, Yan Wulu was asked for his opinion.

"certainly."

Although there were constant thoughts in his mind, Yan Wulu responded with a gentle and polite expression: "...little aunt, just come in."

While talking, Yan Weiyu also gently opened the tent door and entered inside.

She came directly behind Yan Wulu and placed her jade-white hands on his shoulders.

She suddenly noticed that there was a topographic map of the area on the desk in front of Yan Wulu.

Yan Weiyu suddenly felt in his heart - it seems that his eldest nephew is also a cautious and careful master.

"My nephew, you are still studying this map late at night. Are you worried about the corridor being blocked during the day?"

"Yes."

Yan Wulu turned slightly sideways, looked at Yan Weiyu and continued to respond: "The corridor is blocked, it's just one of them."

"...More importantly, when we were in Jinling that day, my aunt and I were just giving it a try, so we petitioned the old emperor to allow us to return to the North with our father."

"...In the end, the old emperor actually agreed to everything directly. I originally thought that he would let you, my little aunt, stay in Aurous Hill."

"Yeah." Yan Weiyu nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

But suddenly, she heard something wrong in Yan Wulu's words, and then punched Yan Wulu's right arm, and said angrily -

"What do you mean by this? Do you really like letting me stay in Aurous Hill?!"

"No, no, no, of course not..." Yan Wulu smiled bitterly and waved his hands to deny.

"My little aunt is so beautiful that Wulu can only dream of returning to Yanbei with us."

"...It's just that when something goes wrong, there must be a monster."

"...Sometimes it's always right to be careful."

Yan Wulu said.

He suddenly felt in his heart that at least Yan Weiyu's casual punch this time finally knew the severity, and it would not make him unable to breathe for a long time like before...

Yan Weiyu heard this and was very satisfied with the answer.

Especially when hearing words like "beautiful and charming" from the other person's mouth...

"You can still speak." She retracted her fist and rubbed her palms slightly.

But the next moment, Yan Wulu realized that Yan Weiyu might not have known the severity of this punch, but that he was now much stronger than before.

"My little aunt comes to Wulu Camp late at night. She can't just come to see what I'm doing, right?"

"Uh, this..."

Yan Weiyu didn't know how to answer.

Because she just had a desire in her heart to come and see Yan Wulu, so she came.

On the contrary, I haven't thought of enough valid reasons for myself in advance...

"Ahem, cough, cough, why, can't I come to you if I'm fine?"

"Of course you can." Yan Wulu said with a smile.

Yan Weiyu coughed slightly to cover up his embarrassment.

"Okay, okay, let me ask you first, there is one thing, that is..."

Yan Weiyu organizes the language.

She thought about it for a long time, but she still didn't say anything.

"What is it?" Yan Wulu asked promptly.

Yan Weiyu's face turned red, he pretended to cough again, and then continued——

"That's right, Yan Dong, have you ever written a letter to you?"

Yan Weiyu asked a little cautiously.

Yan Wulu didn't quite understand...

"Father, you have written many letters to me, but I don't know which one my little aunt is talking about?"

Yan Weiyu suddenly felt a headache and held his forehead...

"Okay." Yan Weiyu said to himself, "I probably know, Yan Dong must not have written that letter to you yet."

"ha?"

Yan Wulu was a little confused.

He didn't quite understand whether there was any agreement between his aunt and his father in front of him. Could he write a letter to himself?

Yan Weiyu waved her hand, and then said -

"Forget it, next time...well, let's wait until Yan Dong writes you a letter."

"...Actually, these little things are not particularly important, but there is one thing that I think it is necessary to talk to you about."

"Little aunt, please speak."

Yan Wulu said, and at the same time he stretched out his hand to signal Yan Weiyu to sit down with him.

Yan Weiyu sat across from Yan Wulu's desk.

"Just today, before leaving Jinling, I found something on top of the container where my sworn brother Yan Dong, your father, drank wine..."

...bloodstains remain.
To be continued...