The commander offered the letter he had received with both hands, watching Feng Jiu’er and the others with a trace of wariness.

“Why are you looking at me like that? It’s not like I caused the trouble at the Gao Family.” Feng Jiu’er rolled her eyes at the commander.

She had already received all of Xinyue’s letters. Gao Jinsheng’s letter had only just arrived now—the Gao Family’s communication network wasn’t very reliable.

The commander’s brow furrowed, his hands trembling slightly. “You… how did you know?”

Gao Lingzhi, who had read the letter, also turned his gaze toward Feng Jiu’er.

“Who in the capital doesn’t know the Gao Family is in trouble by now?” Feng Jiu’er leaned back comfortably against her chair. “If you don’t head back now, it might be too late.”

“Let’s go.” Gao Lingzhi stood up and turned around.

“Deputy General… Young Master, are we heading back now?” The commander hurried after him.

The two captains stood up, unable to decide whether to leave or stay, and finally both turned their eyes to Feng Jiu’er.

“Chen Hong won’t let you leave so easily. Go protect Gao Lingzhi first.” Feng Jiu’er waved her hand.

“Understood.” The two nodded at the same time and turned to leave.

Unfortunately, they were already a step too late.

Outside the camp, Chen Hong held a blade to Gao Lingzhi’s throat.

“Gao Lingzhi, how dare you scheme against me! What tremendous nerve!” Chen Hong roared furiously.

Soldiers who heard the commotion gathered around, and soon people surrounded them from every direction.

“You hag, don’t slander me!” Gao Lingzhi said coldly.

Before he could say more, Feng Jiang extended a long finger and sealed his acupoint.

“Take him inside and let him reflect properly!” Chen Hong sheathed her sword.

Feng Jiang hoisted Gao Lingzhi over his shoulder and followed after Chen Hong.

“I won’t kill him for now, but everyone must stay at their posts—otherwise you can wait to collect your young master’s corpse!”

Chen Hong channeled her internal energy, and nearly everyone in the forest could hear her words clearly.

While the commander led the captains back, Feng Yinan had already left. In the forest, only Zhao Yusheng and Feng Jiu’er remained, eating fruit.

“Miss Feng, this is bad.” One captain rushed over anxiously. “The young master has been placed under house arrest by Chen Hong.”

“I know.” Feng Jiu’er chewed the fruit pulp in her mouth. “I’m not deaf.”

“So what do we do now?” the other captain ran over as well.

The commander found their behavior baffling, but with everything happening so suddenly, he too was at a loss.

“She’s only capturing him because she’s afraid she can’t control you all. Gao Lingzhi still has value to her, so he won’t die for now.” Feng Jiu’er stood and stretched.

“I need to go deploy something. Just pretend you didn’t see anything.”

“Let’s go.” Feng Jiu’er waved her hand. “Bye-bye!”

Feng Jiu’er and Zhao Yusheng left. The two captains looked utterly dejected, as if they’d lost their souls.

“What exactly is going on with you two?” the commander finally couldn’t help but ask.

“Miss Feng is quite good to us.” one captain sighed.

“Mm.” The other captain nodded. “She’s very genuine. Lord Wu, what should we do now? As for Old Master Gao…”

“I’ll go out myself.” The commander clenched his teeth. “We must protect the young master no matter what.”

“Yes.” Both captains cupped their hands in acknowledgment.

Just in case, the commander told no one and left alone.

At nightfall, Feng Jiu’er lifted the curtain of Chen Hong’s tent.

Gao Lingzhi sat in a corner—or rather, he was tied to a chair.

Feng Jiu’er glanced at him and stepped forward toward Chen Hong. “Let’s begin.”

“Feng Jiu’er, you really are something. Even matters within the palace are under your control.” Chen Hong lay back on the couch.

“Not as impressive as you.” Feng Jiu’er crouched down beside her. “Even the crown prince can be used by you—I wonder, what gives you the right?”