The heavy snow finally stopped, and as dusk fell, the weary Dingyuan Army soldiers, tired from their journey back to the capital, began to pack up their belongings and supplies and enter the camp. The air in the camp was filled with a sense of iron-blooded resolve yet carried a lazy undertone.
This place felt different to Gu Lan than Prince Rui's camp. The Dingyuan Army was obviously more relaxed and also more fatigued.
Gu Lan didn't disturb anyone. She and Rong Heng sat quietly on a stone outside the camp, watching the Dingyuan Army soldiers coming and going as they cleared the snow and moved supplies.
Every Dingyuan Army soldier who passed by Gu Lan would respectfully call her the Princely Heir.
They might not yet understand Gu Lan or might not truly believe in her, but that did not hinder their respect and obedience towards her.
