When she woke up again, it was from being splashed with a basin of cold water.
Her sharp chin was also viciously gripped by a rough large hand, "A person from the Central Plains?"
In front of her was a tall and strong Bianliao man, clad in armor, with a face full of beard, making it impossible to see what his face actually looked like.
But it was not her husband.
Yun Chunnuan took a look at the surroundings and found that this was a tent, with several iron cages around, all filled with people.
And her hands were tightly chained up.
"I am from the Central Plains, and also the wife of your General, where is he now?"
Yun Chunnuan had never witnessed the brutalities of the battlefield before. Now facing the strong man in front of her filled with malice and hatred in his eyes, her heart was trembling.
But she forced herself not to show fear, and not to display a trace of being scared.
