Xia Shanhe stroked his beard and sneered, "No matter how formidable the Zhenbei Corps may be, do you dare to oppose the Yanjing garrison appointed by the Lord of the State? Little girl, do not let your entire corps be buried with you for the sake of a bastard seed!"
Xiao Qing felt utterly torn. She watched Chu Xuan standing alone amidst the encirclement of the War Guards, his back as straight as a pine. Turning her gaze to the cold, shimmering token in Yuan Batian's hand, she could almost hear the words Meng Qingcheng had spoken before she left: "If anyone dares to touch Chu Xuan, the blades of the Zhenbei Corps will not even be held back by the Lord of the State himself."
Cold sweat trickled down her spine beneath her armor. For the first time, she felt truly trapped. Protecting Chu Xuan might bring ruin upon the Zhenbei Corps, yet abandoning him would betray the trust of the War Marshal and her own conscience.
Chapter 109