Outside the tent, the cold wind whipped dry leaves against the bright yellow canvas, making a rustling rattle.
Two silver-armored eunuchs half-dragged, half-carried Qin Lie, their boots sinking deep into the cold, muddy ground.
His head was tilted to one side, tangled, blood-stained hair matted with mud, covering most of his face. His body was as limp as if his bones had been removed, leaving only his tightly pressed lips to form a cold, hard line.
Chapter 51