“Please, General, quickly save Junxu. Tong Li is willing to pay with his life!’
The breeze rustled the leaves, and it also stirred Tongli’s long hair, which gently drifted past his blood-stained cheeks. His determined expression was hard to tell if it was tragic or fierce, and for a moment, it made everyone fall silent. After a long while, Jing Sa spoke
‘Does the young general wish to surrender?’
“Where Junxu is, I will be. We will live and die together, never leaving each other!’
Jingsa’s horse snorted, kicking the ground, and Jingsa frowned slightly, tightening the reins
‘You and I are enemies, and Junxu is the princess, so I wonder how she is?’
Tongli turned her face away, her eyes downcast, her long eyelashes trembling, two red clouds rising on her dirty face, her voice dropping an octave
‘I… Where am I? She… She will definitely… be somewhere.‘
Jingsha sighed
’Then the young general, quickly come with me to save someone. If we delay, I’m afraid it will be too late.’
Some people, just standing there with a sword in hand, give the impression of being indestructible. Jing Sa was struck by just such a feeling of awe. It turned out that there really are people who, just by standing there, can become a mountain.
Junxu stood there just like that, quietly, without any agitation or timidity. Amidst the infinite beauty of spring, she looked calmly at the grim-faced armoured soldier opposite, who was holding a sword in his hand and ready to pounce at any moment to tear her to pieces.
Junxu’s long robe was cut a little by the sword, and the silver dragon embroidered on it was broken into several pieces, dripping with blood, but it was still flying gracefully on the straight back.
Jingsa immediately looked from a distance on the high hill, somewhat admiring, perhaps, this is the royal bloodline.
Tongli watched from afar, his eyes red.