On the road, Zhao Zun shouted loudly to Xiao Zhengfei while riding his horse, "Zhengfei, remember, we are fighting not just for His Majesty's imperial decree, but for every commoner on this land, for our families and descendants. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, we must hold on and not back down."
"Yes! I will remember."
The night wind carried Zhao Zun's words, and both Xiao Zhengfei and the trusted aides nodded heavily.
The warhorses galloped furiously, Zhao Zun and his men raced against the stars and the moon.
Their silhouettes stretched in the moonlight, as if they were warriors about to face the darkest hour before dawn, swearing to guard this land with their bodies, forever...
What Zhao Zun didn't know was that shortly after he led his trusted aides away, by the time of Hai hour, Han Lei and Ms. Li, escorted by Shiwu, also finally arrived here by carriage.
Throughout the journey, sitting idly in the carriage, she truly began to miss Zhao Zun.
