Shen Miao nodded and walked out.
Some of the madams had already woken up, but they still looked tired. They were all noble people who couldn't make do in the tent. The especially pampered ones had already gone back last night. The ones who stayed were either here to curry favor with Emperor Yong Le or to experience this rare leisure time.
Hui Xiang scooped a bowl of porridge for Shen Miao. As Shen Miao drank the porridge, she asked Ba Jiao, "Is there any news of His Highness?"
Ba Jiao shook her head.
Shen Miao looked into the distance. The sun had already risen from the mountain. In another two hours, the sky would be completely bright. Even if Xie Jingxing and the others spent the night on the mountain, they should be back by now.
"Did the Black Feather Army receive any signals?" Shen Miao asked, "Didn't your master tell you what kind of signal he will send to inform you once he carried out his plan?"
