"Imperial Brother, tell me, if the common people around us knew the inside story of the heavy losses the Mu Family Army suffered this time, what would they do?"
A slightly gloating voice suddenly sounded in Qin Jinxiu's ear.
Qin Jinxiu's expression changed, and he cast a harsh gaze at the speaker, Qin Jinhao, replying darkly, "This Crown Prince has no idea what you are talking about."
Qin Jinhao smiled playfully: "Oh? If Imperial Brother doesn't know, then forget it."
After speaking, the corners of his mouth curved into a faint arc. It seemed that the bigger the reaction from the common people, the happier he became, as if he had another tool at hand to use against the Crown Prince.
"Old Lord, where is my son? Has he returned?"
An elderly man broke through the crowd, tears streaming down as he looked at Mu Xiong, his aged eyes full of hope.
Mu Xiong pressed his lips together in silence. He didn't know if the old man's son was still alive.
"Old Lord, what about my son!"
