On the other side, Yangyang was already led by General Zha into Baili Han's tent.
Baili Han was still munching on fruit. When he saw Yangyang come in, a flicker flashed across his eyes, and a slight smile curled at his lips.
"Oh, if I don't come looking for you, you come to me yourself. Quite bold, huh?"
"I find your military camp pretty fun." Yangyang took two steps forward, unceremoniously grabbed a piece of fruit from his plate, and ate it. "I came for a stroll."
"Here to cause trouble?"
"Not at all." Yangyang laughed, "I'm here to save you."
"Heh heh..."
General Zha stood by, completely unable to comprehend their conversation, thinking to himself that these people in the imperial family are truly deep thinkers, speaking in ways that ordinary people cannot understand. (The ancestors of Great Qi have already fainted from crying in the Hall of Hell)
"Grand Emperor, the little prince..."
