Late that night, Ning Chen was summoned to the command tent by someone Changsun had sent. Only then did he learn that the Northern Mongol Military Advisor had dispatched a messenger with a letter.
After opening it, Ning Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed Fan Lingyue could no longer wait to get rid of him.
Their thoughts were very alike. Both believed that eliminating the other was the most direct and effective solution.
"Go back and tell your Military Advisor that Ning Chen will arrive as promised." Ning Chen exerted force with his hand, crushing the letter into scraps as he replied calmly.
The Northern Mongol guard cupped his fists in salute, then turned and left.
"Can't you see such an obvious trap? You cannot go to this meeting!" Changsun snapped.
Ning Chen shook his head. "Empress Dowager, this is the only opportunity, and our only hope of winning. No matter what, I have to try."
"No!" Changsun remained unmoved, saying furiously.
"Empress Dowager, my mind is made up. If you truly care about my safety, then let me think carefully about how to attend tomorrow's appointment." Ning Chen's expression darkened as well, and he refused to yield an inch.
"You!" Changsun trembled from head to toe with rage. This brat was simply trying to anger her to death!
At that moment, Qing Ling hurried over after hearing the news. Before she even entered the tent, she heard the two arguing and quickly went inside to separate them for the moment.
"How could you speak to the Empress Dowager like that?" Outside the tent, Qing Ling scolded him irritably.
"There's no time to explain, Sister Qing Ling. Come with me."
With that, Ning Chen turned his wheelchair and headed toward his own tent.
After arriving at his tent, Ning