Zheng Xiu spent three whole days making inquiries within the Zheng Family Army, both openly and in secret.
At first, Zheng Xiu thought Feng Bei was missing, and a strange sense of unease gnawed at him.
But then, a scout dispatched by Zheng Haoran seemed familiar to Zheng Xiu from a distance. The swish of a high ponytail was like a fishhook, reeling him in. On a night of biting wind and snow, Zheng Xiu secretly slipped out of camp and waited on the barren plains for four hours before he finally caught the black-clad scout.
Under the moonlight, Zheng Xiu leaped from the snow like a ravenous wolf.
The masked scout turned to leave.
"Wife! Hold it right there!"
Zheng Xiu shouted, taking a few quick strides forward to grab the scout.
He'd been a little uncertain when watching from afar, but the moment Zheng Xiu saw the scout's back and the curves beneath the tight-fitting clothes, he recognized her in a single glance.
Who would be more familiar with them than he?
