Chu Mo stood up, looking across the lake. Far away, there were a few figures, galloping wildly in this direction.
At this moment, the man spoke again, "Princess, Gerzha is a warrior of the Prairie. He is not afraid of death. If possible, Gerzha would rather fight a death-match with Great Qi!"
"But this time... this time is different, Princess!"
"Great Qi has laid countless traps and started closing in. Our royal court has long been divided by them. At least a third of the tribes on the prairie have surrendered to Great Qi... Princess, please come to your senses, we have already lost!"
"If you agree, you will still be the most honored princess on this prairie, your status will remain untouchable!"
"Princess, Gerzha implores you!"
The young girl seemed too angry to speak. Holding a small boy in her arms and accompanied by twenty to thirty riders, she was galloping towards Chu Mo.
