"Send orders to the border; ensure the two nations achieve a peace agreement." The Crown Prince's voice was indifferent, carrying a hint of severity amidst the emptiness of the hall. "The Beiman can only negotiate peace—they must not surrender."
"Yes!"
Outside the side hall, the night deepened. The Crown Prince stared into the unfathomable darkness, his eyes blazing with hatred. Throwing dirt on Marquis Zhenbei Mansion was nothing to him—he had the patience to take them down all at once!
At the manor, the third period of the night had passed. The lanterns under the corridor swayed in the cold wind, their light flickering amidst the shadows of the trees. The sounds of birds and beasts in the mountain forest added a sense of desolation.
Iron cavalry assembled among the woods. The mountain wind swept through, leaving an eerie silence.
