In the camp, Duan Mingyue and Duan Wenliang were having dinner.
Just like what Lu Yuan and the other two were eating, it was also steamed buns and pickles.
Duan Wenliang opened a bundle and took out a package of dried meat, "Brother, eat this."
Duan Mingyue said, "Eat it yourself."
He wasn't very fond of eating, so Duan Wenliang didn't insist and tore the dried meat to eat himself.
"By the way, Brother, will Xu Zhongping agree to side with the Eldest Princess? I feel he's like a tough bone that's hard to chew."
"There's no soft bone in the Black Armor Army."
Duan Mingyue said.
Duan Wenliang hurriedly asked, "So are we going to be miscalculating?"
He turned his head and sighed deeply, "The conditions offered by the Eldest Princess of Great Liang are really tempting."
Duan Mingyue neither confirmed nor denied, just smiled.
Duan Wenliang asked in surprise, "Brother, your expression... is it telling that we have hope?"
