Reveling amidst the landscapes of the Wan Kingdom for a while, Chen Mo contentedly fastened his belt. Looking at Princess Huixian, who was clutching a quilt on the bed, face stained with tears, still dry heaving, he walked over and gently patted her jade-like back, saying, "Jingyun, rest assured, within three days, this prince will find a way to deploy the Imperial Guard."
Hearing this, Princess Huixian Han Jingyun, tears in her eyes, appeared delicate and fragile, looking at Chen Mo: "Really? What about the provisions?"
Although she had previously promised Chen Mo that all expenses for the Great Song's suppression forces would be her responsibility, that was for reimbursement afterward; she couldn't provide them now.
"I will send a message to have Nanyang prepare some in advance. For the next few days, whatever the capital can gather, it will do. The army will be dispatched in three days."
