Ye Zi'an waved his hand, and the soldiers immediately parted to make way.
Meanwhile, Prince Le and his entourage began to retreat.
"What poison have I been given?"
The question was directed at Ye Zi'an, and perhaps really poisoned, his tone was less fierce.
"Poison with Soft Tendon Powder as its base, how many kinds could there be?"
Ye Zi'an chuckled, "I knew you would use Soft Tendon Powder, wasn't I just waiting here for you?"
"Catching him today won't do you any good." Ye Zi'an continued, "Your three thousand Imperial Army soldiers have long been subdued, and your West Mountain camp can't stand against my uncle's three hundred thousand troops."
Upon hearing this, Prince Le did not react aggressively, continuing to smile.
"I know you have a light cavalry from Great Qi and another made up of Great Zhou people hidden around the Capital City."
At first, Prince Le could remain calm, but when he heard about the light cavalry, his expression changed.
