Atop the ramparts of Xiangzhou City.
Nan Tianzong stood with his hands clasped behind him, gazing out at the desolate scene below.
After three months of siege, Xiangzhou City was finally breached today; within and without the city walls, remnants of the flames of war and gunpowder lingered, along with the corpses and wreckage strewn everywhere, and countless subordinates hurriedly tidying up the aftermath before their eyes.
Although the faces of everyone bore the joy of victory, such sights sent his heart sinking to the depths, piercingly cold!
"Crown Prince, it's windy atop the city wall, and it's already quite late at this moment. Why not return to the City Lord's Mansion and rest for a while?"
The one who spoke was the great general beside him, Thirteen, an elder who had followed him for many years.
