Hearing Ji Xiaosong's words, Xiao Shen couldn't help but smile dotingly. He reached out, gently tapped her nose, and said, "My lady is clever. But rest assured, the spies have already pinpointed the general location of Prince Qi's grain supplies. We only need to wait for the right moment to act."
Ji Xiaosong's eyes lit up, and she continued, "My lord, I also heard that Prince Qi's armory is set up in an extremely well-hidden valley. The terrain there is treacherous—easy to defend and hard to attack. But I know of a small path that leads around to the back of the valley."
Before Xiao Shen could reply, Ji Xiaosong pushed him aside, walked to the wooden table, picked up a piece of rough paper, and began to draw.
Ji Xiaosong's expression was focused, her delicate brows slightly furrowed as the brush in her hand moved rapidly across the paper.
