Yan Junchu's eyes were fixed on Su Xinyi, as if they could shoot out flames at any moment.
Su Xinyi couldn't help but tense up under his gaze, and hurriedly pushed him away.
Yan Junchu sighed in his heart, still hugging her, and whispered in her ear, "A Yuan, take care."
Even a thousand words would be empty in the face of war. But these two words contained endless bitterness and hope.
Su Xinyi nodded her head vigorously, "Your Highness, you must take care too."
"Alright." Yan Junchu took a deep breath and finally turned around to leave with long strides.
Parting comes with every encounter. All they could hope for was an early end to this battle so they could return home hand in hand.
However, even before the Crown Prince could return to Zhangping Mansion, Yang Jin hurried over, "Crown Princess, fifty thousand Tartar cavalry are approaching Zhangping Mansion, I need to rush back."
