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"Deputy General Qiu Zhujun pays his respects to the Prince, Princess!" Seeing Long Xuanmo and Yang Mengchen's arrival, Deputy General Qiu Zhujun hurriedly approached to greet them.

Long Xuanmo nodded and turned his eyes toward Sanqing Mountain not far away, his cold and enchanting face calm and solemn, with a profound and deep gaze flickering with an indescribable dark light.

Qiu Zhujun's expression was also grave.

Sanqing Mountain was treacherous, riddled with traps, and the bandits were fierce and brash. The Imperial Court had sent troops to encircle and suppress them several times without success. Although the Prince was known for his superior intelligence and bravery in battle, they had only five thousand men. Could they really capture Sanqing Mountain?

"May I ask when the Prince will begin the assault on the mountain?"

"No hurry," he said.

Qiu Zhujun was puzzled but didn't ask further, quietly standing behind Long Xuanmo.