Three years later,
"Princess, Jiang Qing has already intercepted our food team with the rebels. Our current food supply can't last long." The soldier rushed into the camp and reported the latest military information to Xia Wanyuan.
In the tent, Xia Wanyuan was discussing the next step with the generals.
Hearing this news, obvious panic appeared on the others' faces. Everyone looked at Xia Wanyuan in unison.
Three years ago, after parting ways with Jun Shiling, Xia Wanyuan and Xia Wei went to find the subordinates of the previous dynasty.
These subordinates had risked their lives with the late emperor back then. They naturally treated Xia Wanyuan and Xia Wei as if they were their biological children and helped them.
After the previous dynasty fell, the previous forces were scattered everywhere because they no longer had a backbone that could gather them.
As for Xia Wanyuan, she was the princess of the previous dynasty, and Xia Wei was the legitimate crown prince. With the two of them holding down the fort, those scattered subordinates slowly gathered.
Xia Wanyuan looked down at the map, then pointed at Qinghu Town beside South County. "If I remember correctly, because of poverty, the previous years were tax-free. General Zhang, go and investigate here first."
Seeing where Xia Wanyuan was pointing, everyone had different expressions. "This is a poor town. I'm afraid..."
"Let's take a look first. If it doesn't work, we'll think of a way."
After Xia Wanyuan gave the order, the others could not say anything else. After the meeting ended, everyone left the tent and did their respective missions.
After everyone retreated, the curtain of the tent was pulled open and a tall figure walked in.
"Sister."
The person who entered was Xia Wei. After three years, Xia Wei had completely shed his youthfulness and become Xia Wanyuan's most trustworthy support.
"Mm." Xia Wanyuan was reading a memorial. "Is there any news of Xiao Yu and the rest?"
"Sister, Xiao Yu and the rest are staying well in Zhongnan Mountain. What news can there be?? You probably want to ask if there's any news of Jun Shiling, right??"
The brush in Xia Wanyuan's hand paused slightly, and the tip of the brush rippled on the paper. "Then, is there any news of him??"
"No, Sister, do you think this person disappeared?? It's been three years, and we've sent so many people to look for him, but there's no news at all."