However, upon looking closer, one would find that this was by no means a fine steed, for growing out of its forehead was a spiral horn as crystal-clear and translucent as white jade.
With that, more than a dozen mercenaries broke away from the group and left the way they had come. Not only them, but the clever mercenary bands as well found various excuses to leave this place.
A month ago, when she went down the mountain to trade for rice and grain, she heard the villagers at the foot of the mountain discussing animatedly that the Crown Prince of the Tang state was about to marry, and the bride was none other than Princess Lizhi of the Shu region.
Chapter 193