When Duanmu Huai arrived in Yangzhou, it was already late in the day.
Under the light's glow, the yacht traveled at a leisurely pace, seemingly carefree. Duanmu Huai stood on the deck, gazing at Yangzhou City not far off, and couldn't help but stretch lazily.
Wang Yuyan and Little Dragon Girl stood on either side of him, but they felt somewhat melancholic about the beautiful scenery before them.
It was only natural for them to react this way, as the trio had traveled downriver, witnessing the chaos and destruction everywhere. Regardless of whether it was the so-called Rebel Army or the official army, they plundered and looted wherever they went. Simply looting would have been enough, but they also forcibly conscripted young men and unabashedly seized young women.
The sight of this chaos and disorder made the two women furrow their brows, their moods sour.
Wang Yuyan also sighed softly and muttered.
