Cui Yanhuai came to Beining as a hostage, ending the war between the two countries and destroying the great victory Jiang Xuan had nearly grasped.
The setting sun was blood-red. Jiang Xuan’s fingertips brushed the frost patterns on his black iron bracer. The lingering tremor of the bowstring still burned in his palm. As the second arrow whistled through the air, he heard a soft sigh behind him. “Using the living for target practice. The heir apparent has no virtue.”
The arrow turned back. Jiang Xuan hooked it against the bowstring and aimed at the space between Cui Yanhuai’s brows, sneering, “Since you’re so compassionate, take these lowly slaves’ punishment in their place.”
[Jiang Xuan: vicious, volatile, and sick, but refuses treatment VS Cui Yanhuai: cares for the people, is calculating, but has principles]
[Part of the Uncle Emperor’s Thousand Years series. The previous book is optional.]
