Must Have Gone Through a Lot

Zhan Beiye looked at Qian Jiyun unhappily.

"Do you think I would've come here if we weren't brothers?" Qian Jiyun asked, looking at him coldly.

"Uh." Zhan Beiye was rendered speechless.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally asked, "Well… Are you here to help me?"

Did they make such a mess in Yueming Empire's military camp because they were here to help him?

Ming Fucheng had to be going crazy in the military camp.

The food supplies were burned, and the firearms were blown up. Even a portion of the military camp was destroyed. They had suffered heavy losses.

Smiling, Zhan Beiye said, "You really messed Ming Fucheng up badly this time. If he finds out the two of you are behind this, he'll die of anger. He's a prince, after all. You can't anger him to death, right?"

"Ha!" Qian Jiyun sneered in response. "We're hungry. Prepare some food for us."

"Alright, alright," Zhan Beiye replied immediately and smiled at An Jiuyue.