Yanran, who had just finished reorganizing the eight-hundred-man force, received an urgent message from Yun Yun.
The jade slip grew faintly warm in her palm, carrying worries from afar. The disdain she had developed toward the coming battle with the Clam Race after their string of victories instantly vanished, replaced by a trace of gravity.
"Getting caught up in the factional struggle between the Black Tortoise Race's two princes? Interesting..." she murmured, her fingers unconsciously tapping the hilt of the whip sword at her waist.
Xu Kun had not told Yun Yun about the "cooperation" he had reached with Chan Meili.
And Yanran, believing she had guessed Xu Kun's intentions, had not said anything extra either. As a result, Yun Yun lacked this crucial piece of information as well.
However, as Yanran swiftly connected all the information in her mind, a bold and somewhat risky idea gradually took shape, a gleam flashing through her eyes.
"If Master's Wife truly intends to cooperate with Ni Prince, then even if we hadn't taken the initiative to attack the Clam Race, we would already be standing against Si Prince, who opposes Ni Prince. In that case, if the Clam Race really is a race supported by Si Prince's maternal clan, the Crocodile Race, then attacking them would actually be a way to make our stance clear in advance. Sending troops against the Frog Race was the right move after all!"
"Ni Prince has yet to emerge from seclusion, while the Clam Race has long relied on its power to bully the Frog Race. If we use this attack on the Clam Race as an opportunity to force the Crocodile Race, even the Black Tortoise Race, into the fray, wouldn't that be a perfect token of allegiance? A chance to show Ni Prince our