"You were lying there, barely clinging to life. Heaven knows how I restrained all my impulses to leave you alone in the quarantine zone. When I left, I kept thinking—if you were really going to die, I would have to take your place. So I went to handle the military affairs in Yangzhou City, preparing for the worst. Even if I died, the situation in Yangzhou would remain stable. But my second brother... thinking about him makes me miserable. Thinking about the Ningzhou Iron Cavalry fills me with despair. I know I failed my brother, and I failed the Iron Cavalry. I thought... if you survived under my identity, you could manage the Ningzhou Iron Cavalry, and as the commander, all you'd need to do is deploy the troops. With my brother by your side, strategizing, you would certainly be able to lead them to the Capital City. I... I failed my brother!" Xie Xun spoke with deep sorrow, the kind of decision that tore him in two. No matter what he chose, despair was inevitable.