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Chapter 5291: 5.1043 Bring it to Her

The soldiers forming the outer perimeter slightly retreated, uniformly sheathing their bows and weapons.

Upon closer inspection, they noticed that the azure bird seemed to be carrying five people on its back.

With a cry, the Azure Luan swooped down.

In a short while, it transformed into a human, standing tall and straight.

The other five individuals also quickly swept over, standing in unison behind the Azure Luan, respectfully bowing to the Emperor of Cangzhou.

Duan Yue's heart stirred, and he softly asked, "Is there a letter?"

The Azure Luan glanced at him, rummaged in its sleeve for a long time, pulled out a crumpled letter, and looked at him with some confusion, "How did you know there was a letter?"

"I guessed," Duan Yue took the letter, scanning it quickly.

The little poker face had actually written quite a lot.

She had informed him of the origins and experiences of the five people, as well as some of her plans.

At the end of the letter, she had also left a message, telling him to be careful.

Duan Yue's lips curved slightly. He untied a jade ornament from his waist and tossed it to the Azure Luan, "Bring this to her."

The Azure Luan's expression was a little conflicted: If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince found out about this, he would surely flay it alive!

Isn't this illicit exchange? Sending love notes with one's eyes? Bah, expressing feelings with a jade ornament?

No, no, absolutely not.

"What are you thinking? It's for my godson," Duan Yue waved his hand, "Go."

When the Azure Luan turned and transformed to fly away, its head was still somewhat dazed.

What the hell is a godson?

Who's his godson?

He's sending something to his godson, why would he give it to his master...

Mo Baobao?

Its flying form suddenly swayed, and the Azure Luan, this fellow, almost fell from mid-air, flying crookedly all the way.

Poor Crown Prince, his son isn't even born yet, and half of him has already been snatched away.

The stars shone brightly, and the moonlight was as gentle as water.

Thirty thousand elite soldiers from the three prefectures were camped here.

Though numerous, the entire army was silently organized, with only the occasional crackling sound of firewood from the cooking.

After Duan Yue entered his tent, he held the letter and stared blankly for a while.

Several shadow guards paced back and forth outside, exchanging glances.

One of them couldn't hold back anymore and simply lifted the tent flap and walked in.

He saw that it was completely dark inside, and their Emperor was sitting at the table, seemingly lost in thought, not yet having come to his senses.

"Your Majesty!" the shadow guard quickly called out, hastily retreating to allow a soldier to come in and light a lamp.

After the lamps were lit, Duan Yue also came back to his senses, nodded to them, and said, "Serve the meal."

The shadow guards breathed a sigh of relief, busily instructing people to bring in the food, dishes, and wine.

Actually, for Duan Yue, eating or not didn't make much difference.

It's just that...

These elite soldiers from the three prefectures had inexplicably developed the habit of three meals a day, so he just went with the flow.

Even though more than eighty percent of them had already broken through to the Divine Realm, becoming Divine Masters, it really didn't matter how often they ate.

This habit of three meals reminded him of his Qiao.

When Qiao kept these soldiers on Snow Island, it must have been Qiao's eccentric subordinates who instilled this common habit in the three prefecture elites as well...

They're all following his Qiao's ways, and it feels incredibly close and familiar.

So be it, eating doesn't waste much grain or cost much spiritual currency.

Duan Yue picked up his chopsticks, took a few bites, and then expressionlessly put them down. "Why is it so noisy outside?"

The shadow guards also heard it; the clamor was not far from the camp, and there seemed to be the screaming and crying of women, which was quite jarring.