The night was dark, and the cold wind carried dust rolling through the streets. Liu Xuan rode an electric bicycle through the street market with flashing neon lights, and several takeaways in the basket swayed in the bumps. He frowned and glanced at the time on the phone screen: 23:47. The last order is delivered and you can go home.
But just as he crossed the intersection, an out-of-control car rushed out of the side alley, and the dazzling headlights illuminated his shocked face. The sound of metal collision tore through the night sky, the electric car flew out, and Liu Xuan's consciousness fell into boundless darkness.
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When he opened his eyes, he felt a splitting headache, and the strong smell of blood filled his nose. He was lying on a simple couch, wearing coarse linen clothes under him, surrounded by mottled earth walls. The oil lamp in the corner swayed in the wind, reflecting blurry figures.
There were rapid footsteps outside the door, mixed with low and anxious conversations: "My lord is still awake... If we don't make a decision, Yuan Shu's army will break the city."
Liu Xuanqiang sat up, his head felt like he had been hit by a hammer, and his vision was blurry. He looked down at himself. He was wearing a dark robe with dark patterns embroidered on the cuffs. Although it was stained with blood, it could still be seen that it was made of high-quality fabric. He frowned, these were not his clothes.
Someone pushed open the door and entered. An armored soldier quickly stepped forward and knelt on one knee: "My lord, you are finally awake! Yuan Shu's army has arrived outside the city. There is insufficient food and grass in the city. The soldiers are waiting for your order!"
Liu Xuan opened his mouth, his throat was dry and his voice was hoarse: "I... I..."
The soldier frowned, but quickly lowered his head and said, "My lord may have injured his head. I will call for a medical officer right now."
