That official almost broke into tears as he miserably mounted his horse again. Whipping his horse, he rushed back to inform Zhao Qi. Zhao broke into a cold smile as he leaned on his chair while looking at the lines drawn out on the map. The young prince closed his eyes as he slowed recited out, "Beishuo, Chidu, Lan City, Chunyu Region, Yaoshui, Meilin Pass…"
Although no one knew why Zhao Yang had hesitated in attacking, to Chu Qiao, every moment would be a godsent. She actively walked around as she organized the defense of the city while arranging for the retreat of civilians. Drafting volunteers into her ranks, she determined the order of battle. She had no time to rejoice over the brief respite.
As night fell on the city, the wailing sounds in the city had gradually weakened. Walking on the empty streets, Chu Qiao suddenly felt a bit cold. Ge Qi stepped up and draped a robe over her. With the thick robe blocking out the raging winds, Chu Qiao nodded in thanks.
