Fu Dong curled his lips dismissively, "So, you're just going back with these few men? Whether you can even survive is questionable—do you expect our Commandery Princess to wait in vain?"
Zheng Nianru smiled, but she knew that the man had succeeded. He had not only successfully claimed his position but also strengthened the troops of Nanmen State.
"Alright, I'll wait for you," Zheng Nianru said with a slight smile, remembering that Nanmen State had a female general who, since the battle at the border, had been chasing the enemy all the way to the front lines. Zheng Nianru couldn't recall exactly what the outcome had been, but it no longer concerned her.
The youth stared blankly at the face before him, more delicate than any flower. Suddenly sitting up, the white silk robe shimmered with the woman's movements. Her face now even closer, he could almost effortlessly inhale the faint sweet fragrance, spreading from nose to chest, permeating his limbs, silently tempting him.
