Thinking of the hundreds of thousands of Great Xia soldiers he had personally ordered to be killed, thinking of Xiao Qirui's death, the helplessness he felt when his family was raided swept through his every nerve again.
He couldn't save anyone. Nothing could be changed.
Shen Yijia felt a lump in her throat. "Who said that? My husband is the best."
"Only a silly girl like you would say that." Song Jingchen smiled. Sensing something, his pupils constricted. He suddenly hugged Shen Yijia and changed directions with her.
The rapidly approaching hidden weapons quickly enlarged in Shen Yijia's eyes.
Ding! An arrow nailed the hidden weapon less than a square inch away from Song Jingchen's back.
Right on the heels of that, the roar of horses galloping came from the right rear of the Wu Kingdom's army. The ground seemed to be trembling.
Accompanied by the sound of hooves was the deep sound of a horn and the sound of war drums.
