Duke Chong's Mansion.
Duke Chong leaned against the large pillow, his face pale, his breath like a thread.
Ever since Marquis Dongxiang entered the Capital City, he has been both physically and mentally wounded.
This time, the return of the Flying Tiger Army and Su Chong dealt him another heavy blow.
After vomiting blood at the city gate, he still dragged his weary body to the welcoming banquet, forcing a smile, and every word he spoke against his will was like stabbing himself with a knife.
He couldn't even let people know he was ill.
Tomorrow, he still had to attend the morning court as usual.
He, the dignified Duke Chong, was actually forced to such a degree!
He never expected that over all these years, Duke Zhen had always known that Marquis Dongxiang was still alive, secretly training the Flying Tiger Army!
For so many years, the court had been dispatching troops to suppress bandits, which was essentially providing money and grain to the Flying Tiger Army!
