"Knock! Knock! Knock!"
The door opened.
Qin Rong slipped inside and asked, "What do you want with me?"
Under the lamp, the young man sat upright, his head slightly lowered as he looked at the letter in his hand. His side profile was as striking as a painting, yet the flickering candlelight added an element of cold eeriness.
"Tomorrow, to Yanmen Pass. I will fight alongside you."
Qin Rong was taken aback, "Isn't it too soon for the first battle?"
"Within a month, fight to Yunzhou. After that, I will request to return to Taihang Mountain to root out the bandits and hand over the entire Zhenzhou Army to you!"
"What are you planning?" Qin Rong's suspicion arose.
Although she did desire the Zhenzhou Army, being given it so easily made her feel there was a conspiracy.
