When the old Duke arrived on horseback, he saw Yan Huisheng sheathing his sword, unharmed.
He sighed in relief and felt great gratification, "Your Highness is valiant, and I am old. My sword is rusty, and my reactions have slowed."
Yan Huisheng laughed softly, "With the old Duke maintaining our rear, I feel confident in going into battle. Please, do not belittle yourself. Today was not entirely without gains."
"Yes, we destroyed two siege cannons of Dawei today, which is a significant achievement," the old Duke replied, glancing at a silhouette atop the city wall of Qiangli City, shaking his head. "This second prince of Dawei, Yuan Chen, does not measure up to the Dawei Crown Prince, Yuan Zhao."
What was worst was not that Yuan Chen had few masters, but that his masters failed to save Helan Ying. Narrow-minded, they lost a senior general.
