The bodies of the members of the Healing Association were washed away by the waves, and Shi Feiyang's figure appeared even more fragile under the moonlight.
Mu Tong watched his slowly departing back and suddenly recalled the words of the steward: "The Heroic Sakura Association commands the four tribes of the grassland, governs millions of people, cattle and sheep stretch across the plains, with countless elite soldiers and generals…"
She clenched her fist, her nails carving crescent-shaped blood marks into her palm.
It turns out Shi Feiyang was never the rebel she thought he was, but rather a formidable hero capable of changing the turbulent times.
"Commandery Princess?" A gentle voice called from behind. Mu Tong hastily wiped away her tears, turning around with her usual cold arrogance: "Return to the mansion."
But when she stepped into the carriage, she couldn't help but lift the curtain, taking one last look at the lake still tinged with the scent of blood.
