Meng Qianqian went to Lu Yuan's tent.
Qing Shuang, Yu Zichuan, and Lu Lingxiao were all present.
Yu Zichuan looked at Meng Qianqian and let out a surprised "Huh, Meng—"
Qing Shuang grabbed a pancake from the table and stuffed it into his mouth.
Lu Yuan glanced at the back of his hand. "Qing Shuang, take Yu Zichuan out to treat his injuries."
"Yes."
Qing Shuang dragged the astonished Yu Zichuan out of the tent.
Meng Qianqian adjusted the mask on her face. Yu Zichuan had actually recognized her.
Was her disguise that poor?
Lu Yuan said, "Little Nine, aren't you going to come over?"
"Yes!"
Meng Qianqian responded in a deliberately lowered voice.
Lu Lingxiao instinctively looked toward Meng Qianqian.
Meng Qianqian was clad in armor, her hair tied like a youth's, and she wore a mask. At a glance, it was hard to tell her gender, but when she had just spoken, it was clearly a woman's voice.
