She didn't argue anymore. Instead, she nodded earnestly, the corners of her lips turning up in a gentle smile. "Alright, I promise you. I'll report all of my movements in advance and will absolutely not act on my own."
Outside the camp, the night air was cool. Torches at the entrance swayed in the wind, casting dappled shadows.
Cheng Peng stood at the entrance, his expression stern as he selected skilled and agile soldiers from the patrol.
He finally picked three men, all of them veterans with precise spearmanship, quick reflexes, and extensive experience.
"Prepare to escort Song Chenglu back,"
he ordered, his voice crisp and decisive.
Song Chenglu's hands were cuffed in front of her. Her face was pale, yet she wore a cold sneer.
Just as she was about to walk, she stopped abruptly, raising her hands to block the soldier leading the way.
Her movement was sharp, carrying an air of authority that could not be ignored.
"Wait."
