The problem, however, was that those around him were already deeply bound to the Prime Minister's Mansion, like passengers aboard a war chariot. If he wanted to stay uninvolved, he had to keep moving forward.
The expectations tied to his identity, those of his companions, and the people under his command left Xu Yuan no choice but to grit his teeth and press onward.
Whether it was Shengshan County at the start or the Northern Frontier expedition later on, he absolutely could not fail. Yet the current situation in the Zhenxi Prefecture was fundamentally different from anything he'd previously encountered.
This was not a game orchestrated by the Prime Minister's Mansion. His father, the old Prime Minister, had already abandoned this place. Naturally, he had no reason to insist on winning, and judging by the pervasive killing intent surrounding him, the entire Zhenxi Prefecture was already rotten to the core.
