The birthday celebration of the Marquise of North Border was at hand, and guests from all corners were convening.
Someone had arrived to plead a case for a tribe whose women, children, elderly, and weak had been exterminated!
The North Border Army began swift mobilization. Black torrents started converging, and the hundreds of soldiers and private troops from the celebrating parties along the riverbank automatically formed defensive lines, as if facing an imminent major threat.
However, no one dared to charge forward and slay such a detestable guest. After all, this was the territory of the Earl of North Border. If you dared to act presumptuously, wouldn't you be insulting the Earl of North Border and implying they had no one capable?
After Siniang collected the pitifully shattered remains of Yang Wenzhi, she stepped out of the tent. Lifting her head, she saw her lord sitting on the tent's roof, observing the scene yonder.
"Come up. The view is clearer from here."
