"All you gods and immortals, she is young and ignorant, spouting nonsense, do not take her words to heart." Lingxiao, who never believed in gods or Buddhas, earnestly spoke to the sky.
"What I said is true." Zuo Xiangning let out a sigh, "I am willing to trade ten, even twenty years of my life for the safety of my elder brother and Uncle Jiang."
"You shut your mouth!" Lingxiao interrupted her, not daring to continue this topic, and asked, "Did your elder brother leave in such a hurry because of something you told him?"
Zuo Xiangning didn't speak, wiped the corner of her eye, and returned to her room.
Lingxiao called over his personal bodyguard, "You must protect General Zuo and General Jiang at all costs."
"Yes." The guard responded and rode off immediately following the troops.
Lingxiao walked into the tent and saw Zuo Xiangning slumped in the chair like a clay figure, motionless.
