Gu Si is nearby with a group of forbidden troops, and there are also many people from Lenglangmen lurking around, guarding against the appearance of the killer.

Yuan Qingling went up to the tower, stood beside Yu Wenhao, and quietly held his hand, "Let's go back."

"I want to stand a little longer." Yu Wenhao said softly.

"Danger." Yuan Qingling reminded.

Yu Wenhao glanced around and said: "The Forbidden Army has set up defenses, and there are still people from the Lenglang Clan. The killer will not choose this time to attack."

Yuan Qingling nodded slightly, "Then I'll stay with you for a while."

He turned to look at her, reached out and took her into his arms, his nose couldn't help but feel sore, "Old Yuan, I feel very uncomfortable in my heart."

Yuan Qingling comforted him, "I know that you really can't go this time, but it doesn't mean that you can't do anything. You should hurry up and develop weapons. When the reward order is removed, you can rush to the battlefield with reinforcements and weapons.

Join them."

According to Fourth Master's analysis, once the war starts, the people of the Northern Desert will no longer be willing to spend millions of gold to get Lao Wu's head.

They took this gold to create chaos in Beitang and seize the opportunity to seize Beitang. But now that the veteran has taken action, it is destined that this war will not end quickly. Therefore, if the stalemate continues, they will eventually cancel the reward order.

Yu Wenhao was silent, but the sound of choked breathing sounded in Yuan Qingling's ears. Yuan Qingling couldn't help but blush at the corners of her eyes, but she also held back with all her strength, trying not to let a single tear fall.

Over the years, she had regarded the Supreme Emperor as her closest relative, loved him, doted on him, and respected him. Now seeing him go off to war in his later years, she felt particularly uncomfortable, no less than Yu Wenhao.

They stood on the tower for half an hour before leaving hand in hand, with the imperial guards seeing each other off along the way. Yu Wenhao had never had such a big battle since he became the prince, which made him feel more and more depressed.

Back at the mansion, Tang Yang informed that someone had been waiting in the main hall for a long time, saying that he was sent by Prince Anfeng.

Yu Wenhao was startled and quickly walked in.

Sitting in the main hall was an old man in his sixties or seventies, wearing black silk. When he saw Yu Wenhao coming back, he stood up and held his hands in his hands, "See you, Your Highness!"

"Excuse me!" Yu Wenhao looked at him and returned the gift, "May I ask who you are?"

The old man smiled slightly and said, "I have forgotten my name. This time, Prince Anfeng ordered me to deliver a brochure."

As he spoke, he took out a booklet from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Yu Wenhao, "Take it, Prince, and I will retire with success!"

Yu Wenhao took it and opened the first page, his eyes suddenly lit up, he quickly closed it and said thank you, "Thank you, sir!"

"You're welcome, I'll take my leave!" After the old man finished speaking, he bowed his hands and strode out.

"Sir, stay!" Yu Wenhao shouted hurriedly.
Chapter completed!