My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived
Chapter 354 Sister, Are You About to Find Me?

Chapter 354: Chapter 354 Sister, Are You About to Find Me?

Master?

The people looked at each other in confusion.

"Where is that old man, where did he go?"

Chu Baihan suddenly looked up, her tone anxious as she asked Yan Lian.

It was the first time Yan Lian saw her lose her composure like this, and he quickly answered, "After the elderly gentleman sold us the cloth, he left immediately. Princess Consort, could that man be your master? I will send for someone to find him right away."

"This elderly gentleman you mentioned, about how old?" Chu Baihan’s emotions gradually stabilized as she asked in a cool voice.

"Probably, over seventy years old."

Yan Lian gestured as he spoke.

"He is not my master," Chu Baihan quickly shook her head.

Hmm?

"My master, he is only ten years older than me," Chu Baihan murmured softly.

As she mentioned him, her tone was filled with longing.

So young.

Yan Lian and the others were astounded again.

With the Princess Consort being so formidable, her master must be close to godlike.

"I remember now! When that old gentleman sold us this batch of cloth, he said that he was not the owner of the cloth, the real owner had told him to wait for someone predestined."

Upon recalling this, Yan Lian ruffled his hair in frustration.

It was uncertain if this clue would help the Princess Consort find her master.

Although this was the first time they heard the Princess Consort mention her master, they could all feel that she cared deeply about him.

"It’s fine. As long as my master is still alive in this world," Chu Baihan softly murmured as she looked at the cloth.

She took a deep breath, pushing the complicated emotions to the back of her mind, and said to Jian Yun, "Jian Yun, I know your handiwork is excellent, could you make this cloth into a war robe?"

"A war robe?"

Jian Yun looked at Chu Baihan in shock.

"Yes, the other fabrics you were searching for can resist flames, but this cloth I have here can truly withstand blades and spears," Chu Baihan spoke with a serious tone.

"Withstand blades and spears?"

Everyone was amazed.

Actually, they wouldn’t be too shocked if the cloth could resist fire.

After all, in the books that record the wonders of the world, it is mentioned that there is a type of yarn harvested from the depths of the Eastern Sea which, when used to weave clothing, can resist fire.

But to withstand blades and spears, that should be something only armor could achieve.

How could a mere piece of cloth do that?

Yet the conviction in Chu Baihan’s eyes was so persuasive that their doubts gradually faded away.

Perhaps such a thing really did exist?

"If it can truly withstand blades and spears, that would be amazing. The injuries suffered by the soldiers on the battlefield would be greatly reduced," Yan Lian said with great excitement.

He continued to Chu Baihan, "Princess Consort, I will order my people to search for more of this fabric to make additional war robes."

"No, there is only this one piece in the entire world," Chu Baihan shook her head, stopping Yan Lian.

"Why is there only this one piece?" Yan Lin was utterly baffled.

Because this does not belong to this world,

Chu Baihan murmured to herself in her heart.

When she looked up again, there was little emotion in her tone, "Because the material it is made of has gone extinct and is no longer to be found."

"Alright," Yan Lian said, deflated.

"Princess, what kind of war robe do you want to make? I’ll measure you in a bit," Jian Yun thought Chu Baihan wanted to make a war robe for herself, so she offered to take her measurements.

Upon hearing this, Chu Baihan shook her head, "It’s not for me, it’s for Yan Lin."

Remembering the countless scars on Yan Lin’s back, Chu Baihan felt a shiver of dread.

For the Eighth Imperial Brother?

Yan Lian’s eyes sparkled brighter.

Does this mean the Eighth Imperial Brother and the Princess Consort have completely reconciled?

"Yan Lin was only slightly taller and stronger than Yan Lian..."

Chu Baihan glanced at Yan Lian before instructing Jian Yun to make clothes roughly according to Yan Lian’s size.

"Okay." Jian Yun quickly nodded.

Sister...

Are you going to make clothes for Yan Lin with this precious fabric?

Feng Shan stood quietly behind, his eyes fixed on Chu Baihan’s back as a chill seeped out.

Under the long sleeves, his fingers pinched into one blood mark after another.

Sister is really good to Yan Lin.

Thus, if he killed Yan Lin, would sister then be good to him?

How, how could it be so cold?

Yan Lian sensed the chill and surreptitiously rubbed his arm.

"By the way, Princess Consort of the Eighth Prince, why is the Eighth Prince not seen? Where has he gone?"

Yan Lian asked with confusion.

"He went to seek Yan Country’s troops, but the mountain roads were blocked, and he cannot arrive for the moment." Chu Baihan replied swiftly.

"Ah? What should we do? Won’t those bastards from Dongli Country and Beihai Country launch a surprise attack on us?"

Yan Lian was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Don’t panic, they haven’t made a move yet. Trust your imperial brother, he will definitely return to Tongzhou successfully."

Chu Baihan soothed Yan Lian.

Yan Lian gradually calmed down.

Right, the Princess Consort and the Eighth Prince are so capable; no matter what problems arise, they can handle them well.

"However, we must not underestimate the enemy. We still do not know what the enemy is thinking. Yan Lian, it’s good that you’re here. There are many worms hidden in the city; I need you to root them out."

Chu Baihan spoke with a sharp tone.

Everyone says that Yan Lian is an idle prince, not good in letters nor in martial arts, just a wastrel waiting for death.

But, how could anyone survive in the Imperial Family if he were just an ordinary person?

If anyone says that Yan Lian survives because of Yan Lin, she would never believe it.

Hearing Chu Baihan’s words, Yan Lin calmed down, his dark eyes flashing with fierceness, like a sword unsheathed.

He said gravely, "Princess Consort, rest assured, I will not fail your high expectations."

...

Late at night.

Chu Baihan sat at the table writing a letter; she still needed to report the situation here to the emperor.

"Princess, the tea has cooled; this servant should replace it for you."

At that moment, Feng Shan came in with tea, speaking in a low voice.

Chu Baihan looked up at him and replied faintly.

Feng Shan quickly came over, deftly changed the tea, and then prepared to leave.

But just then, Chu Baihan suddenly said, "Wait a moment."

"Does the princess have any further instructions?" he turned back and asked in a gentle tone.

"Lately, it seems that some people have disappeared from the camp without anyone noticing. Are you aware of this?"

Chu Baihan suddenly asked this question with an emotionless tone.

"Such a matter has occurred. What does the princess wish to know? This servant will immediately report to General Chu and have him thoroughly investigate."

Feng Shan raised his head, speaking sternly.

Chu Baihan pressed her lips together.

After a long silence, she shook her head: "No need, it’s probably just some cowards afraid of death who have run away."

"You may leave now."

Feng Shan quickly left with the teapot.

But when he stepped out of the tent, his gentle expression instantly turned cold.

His dark eyes flickered with a reddish hue.

Sister, have you discovered something?

He touched his chest.

Is there something wrong here?

Why does he want his sister to know he exists, yet fear that she might despise his existence?