Baili Xianglan's face still held a very calm expression as she said, "Tomorrow, I will await you."
She still intended to kill him. Zheng Fan let out a sigh and said, "Miss, I am not feeling well tonight. I believe I have caught a chill and may not be able to leave the camp tomorrow."
Baili Xianglan looked at him, somewhat puzzled. Perhaps she had truly not expected that such a distinguished Yan military leader, a national envoy, and a figure who had earned numerous merits on the Yan and Qian battlefield, could behave so shamelessly.
Yet, what Chief Zheng did not realize was that their intention to kill him was not because of the previous lewdness in his gaze, but because of that swordsman, Yuan Zhenxing.
"General Zheng, there will always be an opportunity," Baili Xianglan said. That was all she could say.
Even if her own brother were here, he would not venture into the Yan Army camp single-handedly with his sword.
