As the distant sound of war drums and the thunderous battle cries echoed through the air, Shen Qingwan felt as if the enemy was already close.

Unable to sleep out of boredom, she grabbed a telescope and made her way to the watchtower.

Wooden watchtowers were constructed throughout the camp to observe the surroundings more effectively and to extend their line of sight.

Without a telescope, one wouldn’t be able to see far at night.

But with her military-grade night vision telescope, Shen Qingwan could easily observe the distant situation.

If there really was a night raid by the enemy, they wouldn’t be far.

The northern lands were vast, open plains with little cover.

From the watchtower, the entire camp was visible at a glance.

Though nighttime affected visibility, Shen Qingwan’s telescope compensated for that.

Two guards were stationed at the watchtower. Upon seeing Shen Qingwan approach, they recognized her immediately. Since the watchtower was near her tent, they had seen her before.

“Young Master Shen, what brings you here so late?”

They knew that this was the person who had provided them with food supplies, so they treated her with extra respect.

“I heard there’s an enemy attack, so I couldn’t sleep. I came to check the situation. Can you see anything from here?”

Shen Qingwan glanced toward the flickering firelight in the distance. She could only make out scattered torches but couldn’t see any details.

“Not much from here, but don’t worry, Young Master Shen. Those Beirong troops won’t be able to break through,” one of the guards assured.

To them, as long as the Prince of War was present, the Beirong soldiers were nothing to fear.

“Since I can’t sleep anyway, I’ll stay here for a while.” Shen Qingwan raised her telescope and adjusted the magnification, slowly sweeping her gaze across the battlefield.

The two soldiers didn’t understand what she was doing but didn’t stop her either.

Staying here for a while wasn’t a big deal.

The younger soldier curiously watched as Shen Qingwan peered through the strange black tubes, wondering what she was looking at.

After adjusting the magnification, she finally saw the battlefield more clearly.

Though she couldn’t make out faces, she could distinguish the figures locked in combat and noticed their armor was of different colors.

Her gaze landed on a figure clad in silver armor, wielding a long spear—was that the Prince of War or War King? He was truly formidable.

Shen Qingwan had assumed that as the commander, he wouldn’t need to fight personally.

But there he was, leading the charge at the front, exuding an aura of overwhelming dominance.

Watching for a while, she realized that the enemy troops hadn’t even reached the camp; they had been stopped outside.

Feeling somewhat relieved, she was about to withdraw her gaze when, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed several figures dressed in black stealthily slipping into the camp.

She carefully examined their attire—these men were definitely not part of the Zhenbei Army. Were they enemy infiltrators?

Shen Qingwan put down the telescope and pointed toward the direction where the black-clad figures had gone. “What’s in that area?”

Following her gesture, one of the guards glanced over. “That’s where the food supplies are stored—almost all of our provisions are kept there. It’s also the center of the camp.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingwan immediately understood—the enemy was planning to burn the grain stores, cutting off the Zhenbei Army’s food supply.

She scanned the camp again with her telescope and found that more than one group was headed toward the grain stores.

Without explaining further, she hurriedly descended the watchtower and rushed toward Murong Wushuang’s tent.

Since no one was guarding the entrance and the situation was urgent, she barged straight in—only to find the tent empty.

Shen Qingwan frowned as she quickly glanced around to confirm that no one was there.

Just as she turned to leave, she unexpectedly collided with Murong Wushuang, who had just returned.

Murong Wushuang, instinctively thinking an intruder had entered his tent, nearly attacked her.

But upon recognizing her face, he immediately restrained himself.

Shen Qingwan saw him stagger back half a step from the impact and reflexively reached out, looping an arm around his waist to steady him.

Little did she know, Murong Wushuang wasn’t accustomed to physical contact, which was why he had instinctively stepped back.

His waist was slender yet firm, exuding strength rather than fragility.

But Shen Qingwan had no time to dwell on such details.

She quickly released him and said urgently, “There are intruders in the camp. They’re heading for the grain stores. Assign me a team—I’ll help capture them.”

She wasn’t meddling out of curiosity but simply eager for action. Besides, she had no good feelings toward the Beirong soldiers.

Murong Wushuang was surprised by her request but did not refuse.

“I’ll give you two hundred men. Will that be enough?”

Shen Qingwan shook her head. “Thirty will do.”

Had she not needed to take captives, even fewer would have sufficed.

Murong Wushuang hesitated, concerned for her safety, but she urged, “There’s no time to waste!”

Without further delay, Murong Wushuang stepped out and summoned a soldier, instructing him to gather thirty men.

He ordered them to follow Shen Qingwan’s command.

Once they were ready, she led them away.

Still uneasy, Murong Wushuang followed at a distance.

Since Shen Qingwan already knew the enemy’s precise location, she wasn’t worried.

However, the grain stores weren’t concentrated in one place, so the enemy had split into three groups.

As soon as she arrived, she spotted a dozen black-clad figures creeping toward the grain store, carrying bundles of dry wood—clearly intending to set it ablaze.

Most of the provisions had been supplied by her. If these bastards burned them, she would be furious. That was precisely why she had personally come to stop them.

The infiltrators didn’t expect to be discovered so quickly.

They immediately turned to flee, but Shen Qingwan gave them no chance. With a flick of her wrist, a dozen silver needles shot out, instantly taking down half of them.

She charged forward, landing swift, brutal blows.

These men seemed to be ordinary soldiers, lacking formidable combat skills.

Shen Qingwan easily subdued them, leaving ten of her soldiers to tie them up before leading the rest to capture the remaining intruders.

The men following her barely had time to react—she had already taken care of most of the enemies before they could step in.

Murong Wushuang arrived just in time to see Shen Qingwan knock out a black-clad figure with a single punch.

The sheer force stunned him for a moment, before a faint smile tugged at his lips.

What an interesting woman.

With all the infiltrators captured alive, Shen Qingwan turned and walked toward Murong Wushuang.

The flickering firelight danced in her dark eyes, her small figure appearing agile and spirited in the night.

Murong Wushuang found himself taking an extra glance at her.