That night.
Xia's Capital City Gate.
Heavy snow fell, and the cold evening wind cut like a knife, causing a stinging pain on the face.
The army entering the city left a mottled trail in the snow.
The general on the city wall, with a smile on his face, watched as the Changning Imperial Army returned victorious.
Yu Qinghan, her black hair scattered over her shoulders, walked at the forefront.
The common people in the capital city streets were delighted to see this scene and discussed it excitedly.
"Senior General has won!"
"Yes, she has driven away all those alien tribesmen!"
"Great, we don't have to move now. I've seen a lot of people heading south these past few days."
"Now there's no need to worry. With Senior General here, this is the safest place."
Listening to the conversations on the streets, Yu Qinghan's body, tired from the past several days, couldn't help but relax a little.
