"Cousin, this is my brother's silver spear, I lend it to you!" Dong Changmao gritted his teeth. "Cousin, you must return safely! Protect the Crown Prince!"
Bai Qingyan nodded, clamped her horse's belly, and rushed out first. The Crown Prince was protected in the center by the guards from the Taizi Mansion and the Bai family, also urging their horses and following closely behind.
Dong Qingyue watched Bai Qingyan's figure speeding away, stable and agile. He turned and swiftly ascended the Dianjiang Terrace, his gaze sharp as a blade, as he prepared to suppress the Anping Camp.
Bai Qingyan and the Crown Prince left the military camp, heading straight out of Dengzhou City.
Elder Fang received the news first and then had someone deliver it to the Crown Prince. He had already set out from the city.