"Ding Xiang really is your own flesh and blood, isn't she? You absolutely can't get away now, but she's still young, she's got so many years ahead of her, and she doesn't know anything." Bai Ruozhu was hinting to Madam Sun that if she confessed properly, Ding Xiang could live; if she stayed stubborn and refused, then Ding Xiang shouldn't expect to live either.
Madam Sun was a smart woman; otherwise she couldn't have worked as a spy for so many years without ever being exposed.
"The Yueqiu Tribe will launch an attack, the Northern Garrison will go out to meet the enemy, and it will coincide with the coldest time of the year. By then the army will definitely be decocting medicine soup to ward off the cold, and those batches of medicine soup…" Madam Sun let out a cold laugh. "The tricks I used on them can't be found by ordinary people—unless it's Bai Ruozhu. But she can't watch over the army every minute of every day."
