The wife of the female Zun Kuaichuan is a doting maniac

Chapter 1827 My Husband is a Fake Young Master

Su Qiruo leaped down from her horse and stood in front of the guards.

"No need to be polite."

"Master, your subordinates have found the whereabouts of the Blazing Flower."

An Shou handed the drawing to Su Qiruo; it depicted the very same Fiery Flower that Physician Hu had asked them to find.

Su Qiruo was overjoyed: "Where is the thing?"

It's definitely not in the jungle, otherwise Dark Chief would have brought the Fiery Flower directly to her.

"This Fiery Flower was found in the wild by the Yuan tribe in the southwest three years ago. After being treated by the shaman, it was stored in a crystal box and is currently in the hands of the Yuan tribe's holy son."

The Kingdom of Dongling enjoyed peace for only a little over a decade, and was very friendly to the surrounding tribes that had submitted to it.

Therefore, when they learned about the Fiery Flower, their first choice was to report to the young master instead of stealing it directly.

If a border dispute were to arise over a single flower, the Emperor would not let them off easily.

Su Qiruo nodded; having news was better than searching aimlessly.

The various ethnic tribes in the southwest have their own rules, and if you want to get back the Blazing Flower, you can only offer what they need.

"Has anyone been sent to approach that holy son?"

Anshou shook his head: "No, everything awaits your instructions, young master."

If they reveal their true intentions first, and then the Yuan tribe makes exorbitant demands, wouldn't that ruin the young master's important plans?

"Let's settle down in the towns around the Yuan tribe for now, and then we can discuss the rest."

"Yes."

With a wave of his hand, the head of the secret guards vanished from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Si Qianling looked around curiously, but found nothing. These royal guards were indeed highly skilled; their concealment was unparalleled.

This was the first time he had ever seen these royal guards in all the years he had known Su Qiruo.

The late emperor had a total of thirty-nine battalions of secret guards, all of which she had trained herself during the war. Twenty-six battalions were given to the emperor, and thirteen battalions were given to Prince Yong.

The Emperor then divided half of his twenty-six battalions among the Crown Princess, leaving him with only thirteen battalions.

If she passes away, a portion of the Thirteen Battalions will be given to Su Ziqing, and the remainder will be handed over to the Crown Princess.

By this calculation, Su Ziqing will have fewer secret guards under her control than Su Qiruo.

As for Su Ziyin, the little bun, she is not qualified to command the secret guards.

Fortunately, Su Qiruo and Su Ziqing had their own subordinates, who were trained by the Dark Guard Battalion, so that they wouldn't be without anyone to use when the older Dark Guards got old.

Some promising talents are already working for Su Qiruo.

Su Ziqing, who had been silent for a long time, stroked the jade pendant at her waist, seemingly deep in thought, but in reality, her mind was elsewhere.

"Xiaojiu, what's wrong?"

Su Qiruo leaped onto her horse and came to Su Ziqing's side, nudging her arm.

Su Ziqing snapped out of her reverie, first stealing a glance at the carriage behind her, before moving closer to Su Qiruo and lowering her voice, "Do you remember when we were nine years old, our master sent us down the mountain for training, and we met a boy with silver ornaments all over his body and a head full of braids..."

Su Qiruo thought about it carefully and shook her head.

The only little boy she remembered was Si Qianling, who was handsome from a young age.

Su Ziqing glared at Su Qiruo with a hint of exasperation: "What a waste of your brains! The little boy's jade pendant was stolen, and we were the ones who got it back. I remember he said he was from the Yuan tribe when he thanked us, but I don't remember his name."

Dressed like that, she certainly couldn't be from a poor family.