Shang Ruyi smiled faintly, but as she turned her head and looked at this vast Yatai in front of her, and the boundless grassland beyond, her expression became solemn and tense again.
Especially with the cold wind blowing straight at her, carrying the sound of heavy footsteps.
Shang Ruyi looked up and saw a familiar, tall figure walking out from the King's Tent on the high platform, his figure burly, yet his shoulders were tight like a bow drawn to its limit, especially his face, which seemed even gloomier than the current sky.
It was Ashina Zhuxie.
The Crown Prince of the Western Turks.
He walked down step by step, followed by several ministers, all with very solemn expressions, whispering to each other, clearly discussing strategies, yet Prince Zhu Xie remained silent, until he walked near his own tent, almost instinctively, glanced at the tent on this side.
Then, he saw Shang Ruyi.
The moment their eyes met, Shang Ruyi saw his ominous and fierce gaze.
"...!"
