Outside Bianxiao City
At that moment, King Xiao sat astride his horse before the city gate. Behind him stood dozens of elite cavalrymen, lined up on either side.
From the looks of it, they seemed more like a welcoming party than a force preparing for battle.
But was this really a friendly reception?
Chen Changan and Mu Yunyao exchanged a glance, then rode straight toward King Xiao.
The moment King Xiao saw Chen Changan, excitement and delight flashed in his eyes, along with a trace of nervousness.
"Are you King Xiao?"
"Your son died at my hands. I assume you're not here to welcome me?" Chen Changan asked with a smile.
"To die at your hands was the boy's good fortune."
Good fortune?
Chen Changan gave King Xiao a puzzled look. He was a prince, after all. Wasn't that a strange choice of words?
"He's dead. What good fortune could there be?"
"He spent his life acting high and mighty, accomplishing nothing. To die at your hands in the end—wouldn't you call that an achievement?"
"Hahaha. By that logic, those fifty thousand cavalrymen who threw their lives away for nothing achieved something too?"
"To die for a worthy cause is worthwhile!"
A worthy cause?
Chen Changan looked at King Xiao and gave a cold laugh. He'd lured Chen Changan here, and that was supposed to make the boy's death worthwhile?
There were plenty of ways to bring Chen Changan here. The one they'd chosen seemed utterly pointless to him.
Chen Changan had killed plenty of people, but there was one fundamental difference between him and these men.
He would never let his own people die for nothing.
"Lead the way," Chen Changan said coolly.
"How did you know I came to meet you?" King Xiao asked curiously.
"What else?"
"You