"Lady, we're going to Longyuan!" Duan Qifeng, ignoring his own injuries, was still thinking of heading to Longyuan to gather the retreating troops.
"My lord, don't worry. This time, we have harvested a good deal of blood food!" Consort Ming Yue, dressed in a flowing red silk robe, swayed her waist gracefully, her eyes brimming with seductive charm.
Duan Qifeng was taken aback at first but then quickly realized.
During this time, he had been preoccupied with defending the city and had forgotten his original purpose.
"Where is the blood food?"
"Right here!"
Consort Ming Yue said with a smile.
At that moment, a soldier clad in iron armor walked in, "Lady, the other blood food has been properly arranged!"
Duan Qifeng wasn't surprised to see the newcomer, as it was his trusted aide Duan Ninghe.
Duan Ninghe was not only his confidant but also his clan nephew.
