"Prince!"
Ye Ming's voice was heavy with worry, yet the person seated behind the desk seemed unhurried and calm.
"Speak," Yan Sihan commanded in a deep voice, not even lifting his head as he talked.
"The Imperial City has been breached!"
Upon hearing this news, Yan Sihan looked up, his gaze revealing no surprise or shock, for this was to be expected.
The moment he decided to defend Prince Manor, to protect her, he had already contemplated all the consequences.
Now, with the Capital beset by dangers, and the Imperial Palace breached, all hope lay with Southern Mountain.
The troops of the Dragon and Tiger Camps in Southern Mountain were the elite of the elite. Even if the four battalions defending the Capital tried to block the roads to Southern Mountain, they wouldn't be able to stop them.
