Upon hearing this, Tuoba Han let out a long sigh of relief. In this bitter winter, his back was covered in cold sweat: "Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, Your Majesty..."
Tuoba Han's forehead was bleeding from kowtowing.
Yue Yuxi lifted her hand slightly, signaling Tuoba Han to raise his head, and then asked, "Have you caught the person impersonating Zhao Qianyi?"
"We've caught her, we've caught her," Tuoba Han said hurriedly. "I will have my subordinates bring her in right away."
Yue Yuxi nodded.
Soon, Wei Ying, bound tightly, was escorted into the tent by two soldiers.
Tuoba Han knew that Yue Yuxi would definitely want to see Wei Ying, so he had not yet punished Wei Ying, waiting for Yue Yuxi's decision.
Wei Ying had a tall, slender figure, large frame, and was of more than average appearance, but in the camp, looking at Wei Ying, many of the generals had a gleam in their eyes.
