The guard on the tower had been quietly put down. The man who jumped up to the watchtower showed his face in the moonlight. It was a quiet little family slave under the account of the chief. He quickly went all the way to the top of the tower, where someone was waiting for him.

The "family slave" stood up and wiped his face to reveal an ever-changing Cao Chun Hua.

Cao Chun Hua said, "It is done. The chief has put sedative in the medicine of Jia Lai."

Chen Qing Xu: "Not poisoning him directly?"

"It won't be so easy," Cao Chun Hua said. "Jia Lai is an expert in poison. If we aren't careful, it would alert him. As for sedative, he would also prepare some to drink occasionally, even if he detected it, it would not be suspicious. There are family members of all noble names in the guards of the king's tent. These people have already been given orders. They intend to work in the night without anyone noticing them and try not to disturb Jia Lai Ying Huo as much as possible, so that he can die in his tent quietly and push the Crown Prince to succeed in the morning. Once it's confirmed that Jia Lai has taken the medicine, the chief will make the sound of the night owl as a signal. We'll just have to wait. Did you inform Marshal's side yet?"

Chen Qing Xu's little silver ball flashed in between her fingers — it was the signal bullet Shen Yi had given her. This little thing had been hidden in her sleeve. Right now, as she had to take it out to use, she suddenly felt reluctant.

Cao Chun Hua was not aware of many of these thoughts, he said with emotion: "A hero of the generation, but all the people under him wanted to rebel against him, they did not even want to hear his last words, how could that be?"

"They are too afraid of him," Chen Qing Xu stood on the watchtower and looked in the direction of the king's tent through the Qian Li Yan on the bridge of her nose. "I haven't asked you, how did you manage to make Madame Hong Xia stand up as the leader?"

"Madame Hong Xia's son died in the battlefield," Cao Chun Hua said casually, tucking his hair behind his ear, "Leaving her only one grandson, who is nearly sixteen years old. Jia Lai is extremely vicious. He regulated that all the boys over the age of sixteen in noble families must join the army.

"I saw her son several times when I sneaked into the Barbarians tribes. The other night, I made a mask and visited his mother for him in his place... Perhaps it was not very similar, but in the dark and dim light, combined with her poor eyesight, it had succeeded.