Wufu sat silently in the room, thinking about the group of people who originally followed her to Soul Severing Gorge, thousands in number, now only a few remained. How determined was the opposing side to grasp her tightly?
Nanyue...
Wufu took several deep breaths, forcing down the anger in her chest.
Victory for the king, defeat for the bandit. She had lost and taken a great tumble; it was the reality.
Wufu laughed self-deprecatingly, perhaps this was the most severe defeat she had faced since coming here, the cost of this tumble was immense!
Mo Lan, thinking of that cold and silent woman, she could never see her again.
Wufu's nose tingled, her eyes gradually reddened, tears welled up.
"Princess Consort."
Chi Er stood at the door.
Wufu slightly turned her body, quickly wiped the corner of her eyes, and turned her head: "Have you all washed up? Let's talk in the main room."
