Bianzhou.
The chill in this small Southern town had not dissipated at all just after the Lantern Festival. With half a month's rain, the damp cold felt as if it could seep into the bones.
Xie Wanqing had settled here, pausing her travels for more than half a month.
It was here that she heard the news coming from the North.
—The Prince Zhenbei, stationed at the Northern Border and having achieved consecutive victories, forcing the Jin Thief back to their lair, had suffered a recurrence of his old wounds and was in critical condition.
The common people of the Great Khan, even those farmers scraping a living from the land, would listen attentively to the news of the frontier battles. While they might not know much about Lu Ziyuan, his name was indeed well-known.
Almost everyone was discussing this matter.
As a result, Xie Wanqing did not need to make any special inquiries to hear the widespread rumors.
