On Moqi Mountain, inside the Red Tunic Army commander's tent, a tall woman paced back and forth without pause. Though clad in military attire, her two long, straight legs drew the gaze of most of the men in the tent.
"Li Quan's getting off easy." The men swallowed and cursed under their breaths, but none dared voice their thoughts. Their female leader might have been beautiful as a peach blossom, but her manner was ferocious. She had to be, or she could never have kept these bandit generals in line. If she learned what they were thinking, they might well get a thorough beating.
"Yingluo, what exactly is your plan? We can't keep dragging this out forever," Yang Miaozhen said to the woman in yellow beside her.
"Just be patient, Sister. You'll know soon enough." The woman in yellow was naturally the Yellow-robed Woman. She had rushed all the way to Moqi Mountain. Since Yang Miaozhen had troops with her and could not travel as quickly, the Yellow-robed Woman had caught up despite leaving later.
After finding Yang Miaozhen, she naturally followed Song Qingshu's plan to delay her marriage alliance with Li Quan. Both women were members of the Yang family and had known each other before, so communication had been relatively easy.
"You said to wait before too, but how much longer are we supposed to wait?" Yang Miaozhen was growing impatient. The other generals in the tent shrank their necks. This tigress—beautiful though she was—was still a tigress. Her brother had just died, and the Red Tunic Army had suffered grievous losses. She had been like a barrel of gunpowder lately, and few dared provoke her at such a time.
The Yellow-robed Woman was troubled. She did not know what Song Qingshu intended to do, nor did she