The echo of Song Yongrui's voice still hung in the air as he stormed out of his office. His mind raced with panic, a mixture of fear and anger swirling together like a tempest. War. Bai Jingfei. His lover in the middle of a conflict. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to move faster, to get to her side as quickly as possible.
His subordinates watched in stunned silence as their usually composed leader transformed into a whirlwind of urgency. The prince, who was once the embodiment of calm and collected authority, now wore his heart on his sleeve, and that heart was leading him straight into the war zone.
"Xiang Jie! Prepare my horse! And gather a team—only the best fighters. We're leaving within the hour!" Song Yongrui barked out orders, his tone sharp, slicing through the tension that had settled over the camp.
