The mountain wind roared, covering the sounds of distress and sobbing.
The old tree hangs precariously on the cliff, overlooking life and death.
When Ye Qingrong arrived, the little girl in ragged clothes was biting the hand of a soldier ferociously.
She bit fiercely, and despite Ye Qingrong calling out several times, she wouldn't let go.
In the end, she could only knock her out and take her away.
...
The low candlelight revealed the fine sweat on the girl's forehead.
In her sleep, something unknown frightened her, making her pale lips tremble incessantly.
Ye Qingrong watched in silence.
Duke Yan was renowned for his military achievements but had long been suspected by the king.
With such accumulated force and timing, how could they not eradicate him completely?
She was still too late, only barely saving Duke Yan's youngest daughter.
She had seen Duke Yan's youngest daughter before.
