Shen Zhaozhao and Luo Xibai...
Lu Ying gazed toward Zhaoyue Tower.
He knew Luo Xibai treated Shen Zhaozhao exceedingly well, but Luo Xibai's crimes were numerous, every single one deserving of death.
As the Crown Prince, he could indulge her in other matters, but in this one, there was no room for negotiation.
Two days passed.
Shen Yinning held a small wolf pup, feeding it the last piece of dried meat.
She had hoped Lu Shiyan could muster troops to protect her and Luo Xibai, but there had been no movement from outside. It was clear now that Lu Shiyan had failed.
Placing the little puppy in a bamboo basket, she couldn't fathom how Lu Shiyan, commanding an army of 200,000, could lose to Lu Ying, who had barely a hundred Imperial Guards escorting the bridal procession in Jiangnan—a battle he should have won with his eyes closed. How had he managed to fail?
"Little sister."
Luo Xibai, clad in armor and wielding weapons, appeared in the bedroom.
