At that moment, blood splattered on the city wall, as if announcing that this land that had carried countless rise and fall, glory and disgrace of Nanyou had changed hands.
Outside the city wall, Tang Xilu witnessed the heartbreaking scene on the wall, his eyes full of grief.
He subconsciously clutched the arm of the man next to him, his fingertips turning white from the force.
At this time, tears had left several clear traces on the man's face, telling of endless sorrow.
Tang Xilu's voice trembled and she cried, "Yulin, I knew that my brother would make this decision, but why am I still so heartbroken?"
After saying that, Tang Xilu seemed to have lost all his strength. He covered his aching chest, slowly squatted down, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
After crying for an unknown amount of time, Tang Xilu suddenly stood up and rushed forward regardless of everything, with determination in his eyes.
He wanted to follow in his brother's footsteps and go to the underworld together.
However, at this critical moment, an arm grabbed him tightly like an iron clamp.
Yulin clasped Tang Xilu's waist tightly with his arms, and said in a firm and unquestionable tone: "Your Highness, His Majesty asked me to take you away."
He leaned forward and lowered his voice: "Your Highness, His Majesty hopes that you can survive. This is His Majesty's last wish."
"My brother's last wish? He wants me to live well?"
Tang Xilu murmured, with a trance and confusion in his eyes.
Finally, after a long and futile struggle, he let Yulin pull him away like a deflated ball.
They followed a safe route, away from the capital city which was once prosperous but was about to change hands.
This year, Nanyou is no longer Nanyou.
However, just when the world thought that the man who led the Han family army to capture the capital of Nanyou would ascend the throne and establish a new dynasty.
A letter of surrender was handed to Yan Cheng by the envoy.
--over.
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