It is late at night.
At the Mobei Border, the Daxuan Camp, the cold wind pierces to the bone.
Xiao Jinxing stands under the night sky, gazing at the dark, desolate expanse like a statue, motionless for a moment.
Yuan Wenkang accompanies the Emperor, ever since receiving the secret message sent by the Empress from the Cang Kingdom today, the Emperor has been in this state, and no one can tell what he is thinking.
The cold, stern cheeks endure the biting wind.
"Your Majesty." Yuan Wenkang respectfully speaks.
"Is there any movement?" Xiao Jinxing asks.
Perhaps due to the cold weather, the Emperor's voice is hoarse with suppression.
At that moment, Yuan Wenkang feels a tightness in his chest.
After all, the Empress being captured by the Cang Kingdom makes the Emperor unusually unsettled.
