"No one is allowed to retreat."
Song Min watched as all his painstaking plans were about to collapse, and he shouted angrily, "The flags of the Palace Department are fake, don't be deceived by Song Xian. Don't forget who is guarding Dingzhou."
"Who is guarding it? You?"
A cold voice came through, seemingly mixed with ice and snow, causing Song Min to shiver uncontrollably.
The troops Song Min brought dispersed, just enough for Song Min to see Song Xian sitting astride his horse.
Song Min couldn't help but tighten his grip on the long knife, his arm tensing up as if ready to face a battle of life or death at any moment.
In the distance, Song Xian's spear was still resting on his horse's back. He wore only an official robe, without even soft armor, looking no different from his usual appearance when attending court.
Song Min gritted his teeth tightly, not speaking for a moment.
