Song Yan put down the knife and said calmly, "I know."
The General said, "As long as you know. We've known each other for years. Personally, I do admire you. Since it is as such, let's keep things dignified."
Song Yan said indifferently, "What do you want to do?"
The General said, "There is an order from above—to escort you to Qingyang City for execution alongside the Witch in seven days."
Song Yan said, "Seven days? That's quite a rush."
"Indeed, we have to leave now," said the General, waving his hand helplessly.
A soldier behind him brought forth a flask of fine wine.
The General said, "A drink to embolden you on your journey."
Song Yan waved his hand.
The General did not insist.
The soldier took the wine back, and another came forward with shackles, looking at the General.
The General sighed and then gestured.
The shackles were soon locked onto Song Yan's wrists.
Song Yan entered the prison cart.
