At this moment, Zhaojun.
As she gazed at the scene outside the carriage, the boundless yellow sand silently conveyed a message to her.
Her homeland was already thousands of miles away.
She was now alone and helpless.
Sorrow rose unbidden in her heart.
She silently turned back, her eyes already slightly moist, and reached for the pipa standing beside her.
The sorrowful woman gently stroked the strings, producing low, trembling notes like muffled sobs.
Zhaojun straightened her posture and held the pipa close.
Though much yellow sand clung to her hair.
Her fair fingers remained spotless, slender and delicate.
The next moment, a melodious tune spread out.
A Homesickness Melody, heart-rending and soul-shattering.
Chanyu Huhanye, advancing through the yellow sand, froze. The Empress was truly intelligent, a treasure in herself, and her skill with the pipa was peerless as well!
Many accompanying Western Han soldiers strained against the wind and sand, using all their strength to pull their horses along. Their cracked lips trembled slightly, and upon hearing the pipa, their eyes unexpectedly reddened.
As the pipa melody gradually rose.
A change also occurred atop the dunes ahead.
One by one, tall, fierce horses appeared on the crest of the dunes, gathering in ever greater numbers until they seemed to cover the entire horizon.
Blades gleamed coldly as pairs of vicious eyes swept toward them!
Chanyu Huhanye was greatly alarmed!
"An ambush!"
Squinting at the figures atop those fierce horses, he clenched his teeth and said furiously, "It's Zhizhi!"
The entire convoy began to panic!
One glance was enough to tell that the enemy vastly outnumbered them!
Clang!
Clang!
The Xiongnu soldiers and Han cavalry within the convoy leaving the frontier all drew the weapons at their waists, but the moment they took a step, their legs went weak!
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