Inside the military tent.
Su Jin tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Xingxing was the same.
Su Jin flipped over quietly because her bed was stable, but Xingxing's was built with planks that creaked at the slightest movement.
Xingxing turned cautiously, looking at Su Jin, she said, "Miss, don't worry, the Young Master and the others will be alright."
Su Jin knew about Su Chong and the others going to burn Nanliang's grain and grass.
But they only took a little over a hundred people, while the Nanliang camp had stationed a hundred thousand troops, possibly more.
Su Chong and his men had high martial arts skills, and they chose the elite among the Flying Tiger Army, but two fists are hard to fight against four hands, how could she not worry?
Moreover, there was no sign of activity from the camp at this hour, which was even more unsettling.
