The battle ceased to a stalemate.
The General of Fan'an had the Crown Prince in his hands. No one dared to move. The scene could be depicted into a painting if not for the snowflakes that were getting heavier and heavier to the point where the corpses on the ground were almost buried in it.
Yu Jian felt the coldness travel from the soles of his feet to his head.
Blood trickled down his jaw, and his pale face could be merged into the snowy background.
His limbs felt increasingly numb and he gritted his teeth. Red veins spread through his eyes. With a voice that could only be heard by the two of them, he sneered. "Very well, General."
If by now he still had no idea of what was happening, then he would truly be a fool.
This time, he was thoroughly played by the Emperor and Fan'an's General.
The General tacitly admitting. "My apology, Your Highness. His Majesty's offer is more tempting than yours."
