An Ning walked directly towards Fu Xingyi's tent.
Inside the tent, Fu Xingyi sat on a soft couch, looking at documents.
Seeing An Ning's arrival, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he slowly stood up.
In the past half month, An Ning had come to find him only a few times.
Each time was related to the affairs of the Daxuan Kingdom.
She wasn't seeking his opinion; often she was there to convey something, and today was likely the same.
"The Cang Kingdom has sent a letter of surrender," An Ning stated bluntly, "and you need to receive it in person."
"Alright." Fu Xingyi nodded.
His gaze towards her remained gentle.
Even knowing that she had been deliberately avoiding him lately, he held no grievance, nor did he actively seek her out, allowing her time to reacquaint herself with him, patient and poised.
"After receiving the surrender letter, we will withdraw the troops and return to court. Once back at court..." An Ning trailed off.
