Mo Yu appeared on the walls of the Imperial City. Her appearance was still as beautiful as a painting, though it was one tinged with exhaustion.
The Prince of Louyang nervously stood next to her, deeply concerned that some cold arrow would fly out of nowhere.
Mo Yu declared, "Since Your Highness has already resolved yourself, I can presume that not even Prince Chen Liu's life can threaten you."
Though she said that it couldn't threaten him, she was still actually threatening him.
Many eyes in the rebel army looked to the Prince of Xiang.
The Prince of Xiang's eyes teared up as he said, "My son will certainly die without regrets. When this is over, I will posthumously confer upon him the title of Crown Prince."
In deep admiration, Mo Yu said no more.
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Prince Chen Liu's face was rather pale. Perhaps it was because the weather today was rather gloomy, or perhaps it was because he had not seen the sun for a very long time.
