卫承渊 looked at Wei Junzhuo's face, so similar to his own, with his mind free from the previous pain. Instead, there was a faint sorrow and ache in his heart.
Thinking about his current circumstances, he came to his senses, with a slightly unusual flush on his face, and slowly said:
"Stop your hand, brother."
At this moment, the rear of the Wei Country army suddenly fell into confusion. Wei Junzhuo turned around following the calls of the soldiers and lifted his head, seeing a woman dressed in red light armor standing on the city wall of Qingzhou City.
That's... Princess Changle of Yan Country? So, that was Rong Heng's hidden move.
Wei Junzhuo hadn't had time to ponder further when Wei Chengyuan's pupils suddenly shook violently; a trace of crimson appeared at the corner of his lips, and his complexion abruptly turned pale.
"Phh—" He clutched his chest, struggling to suppress the turmoil within, but couldn't hold back, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
