The sun hung high in the sky.
In the Tian Zhao army's barracks,
"Your Royal Highness, it's daytime. You have lost."
Inside Crown Prince Yu's tent, Liu Mansheng, who had stayed awake for the whole night, was energetic. Insincerely, he said, "Sigh! What a pity for Miss Lou! She was so young, but she died in the Nandu Nation… if she weren't so reckless and had more patience, perhaps, she would not have fallen this way!"
"Shut up! Nothing will happen to Sister Qianxue! She will come back!" Chu Pengfei, who was beside Zhen Guogong, became enraged. He suddenly swung his fist at Liu Mansheng…
However…
Thwack!
Two commanders, one on the left and one on the right, stopped him.
"Second Young Master, what are you doing? Are you a sore loser?" Liu Mansheng snorted. "If you are a sore loser, then don't gamble!"
