The wild people ahead occasionally fell behind, but Lord Jingnan couldn't be bothered to spare the effort to deal with them, simply ignoring them and continuing his march eastward. This left the wild people—whether they were preparing to surrender or to fight the Yan people to the death and return to the stars—feeling helpless, as if their emotions had been utterly disregarded.
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The state of affairs on the battlefields of the Three Jin, indeed across the entire northern region, was changing with bewildering speed. Roughly sixty miles south of Jade Plate City, two horses galloped swiftly.
The Eighth Prince wore a pained expression. Accustomed to the comfort of a carriage, he had never endured such torment from riding a horse; he felt as if his thighs were already chafed raw and bleeding.
Yet he dared not utter a single word of complaint. If they didn't leave now, or if they delayed any further, they might truly lose their chance to escape.
