In early June, the heat was sweltering at Jianmen Pass. Inside the large tent of Prince Chuangnan, the music of flutes and zithers played as dancers' gauze dresses fluttered like thin mist in the candlelight. Prince Chuangnan tilted his head back, draining the last few drops of Immortal's Intoxication from the flask, and leaned back drowsily against a soft couch draped in tiger skin. With rough fingertips, he twirled a string of thumb-sized emerald beads, squinting as he appreciated the dancers' graceful waists.
"Your Highness!" A personal guard rushed in, his armor clattering sharply as he dropped to one knee. "The supply officer reports that the mountain road to Badong Commandery City has suffered a landslide, and the supply wagons cannot get through!"
An army's supplies must always precede its march! Having captured Jianmen Pass, Prince Chuangnan had rested for only two days before setting his sights on Badong Commandery. From there, he intended to drive straight into the heart of Bazhou, planning to capture Jincheng within a month and plunder the wealth of Bazhou. Now, with the supply route blocked, he flew into a rage.
Chapter 152