Liang Wan lowered her eyes, listening to Xiao Wu's words, her elegant brows slowly furrowing.
The battle for Pingzhou City was unavoidable.
Xiao Wu, still with a youthful air about him, had only spent one night mingling with the soldiers. But after hearing news unavailable to outsiders, he could no longer contain his restless heart.
'Young men are always so hot-blooded.'
Liang Wan methodically folded a piece of paper in her hands, folding and refolding it over and over. Even after a long time, it was impossible to tell what she was making.
Her face was expressionless, her gaze clear and cold. All her attention seemed focused on the small folded paper, and she was so calm it was as if she weren't in the precarious Pingzhou City at all.
Gu Yu added some hot water to her cup, sending the mint leaves inside swirling.
Liang Wan looked up at her. "I want to go take a look at the Fire Head Army's camp."
Gu Yu set down the copper kettle. "I will go and prepare at once."
