Sibao Prefecture really did seem fated to cross paths with Shen Tang's people.
The previous prefect, Yan Cheng, had been Qi Shan's sworn enemy. In the end, Shen Tang had crushed his skull beneath her foot, putting an end to his life. Now the current prefect had provoked Shen Tang too. With her vengeful, fiercely protective nature, Qiu Cheng was destined for a miserable end.
Chu Yao had wasted five years of his life here.
Kang Shi had come here for the excitement and run into Shen Tang.
Shen Tang had forcibly abducted Gu Chi here.
Gongshu Wu's Gong Clan relatives had been exiled here and died when Xiaocheng fell, leaving him all alone.
Tu Rong's grandparents and parents had been buried here...
For everyone, the land of Sibao Prefecture carried too many unpleasant memories. More ironically still, back then, Xiaocheng had fought to the death to defend the city; now they were issuing a declaration of war to march on it... Fate certainly had a taste for black humor.
Shen Tang took another sip of warm soy milk.
She sighed. "Sibao Prefecture really has had rotten luck..."
Besides Xiaocheng, the prefectural seat, Sibao Prefecture had four counties. During peaceful times, it had been famous for the four treasures it produced. With convenient transport, the common folk under its jurisdiction had enjoyed plenty to eat and wear. Of the border commanderies, it had been one of the better places to live.
But once bad luck struck, even drinking water could make you choke. Situated between the former states of Geng and Xin, Sibao Prefecture had been through one fall after another...
First, Zheng Qiao's army had broken through its defenses. Before it could catch its breath, it had welcomed Yan Cheng—a bootlicker and a heartless official who had stopped at