The Seventh Prince took the cup of tea and slowly lifted his gaze: "Lord Li, are you referring to..."
"Warrior lion trapped in the Heavenly Prison, comrades' families all entering the Imperial Music Bureau. Your Highness, can you bear to watch? Aren't you afraid of chilling the hearts of the 300,000 troops in the border town?"
The Seventh Prince gently swirled the cup of tea in his hand.
In just a few short sentences, everything struck deep into his chest.
What Lin Xiaosu said was exactly what he was thinking!
General Xuelong had fought bravely on the battlefield for forty years, defending the country with unparalleled iron will, only to suffer dire misfortune because of this Seventh Prince.
If he couldn't save him, how could Hong Yun call himself human?
Wouldn't the 300,000 border soldiers feel chilled?
Where does the righteousness stand?
Therefore, even amidst countless challenges, he must ensure Xuelong's safety!
