Forget it. I wouldn't be able to hold on to them anyway.
From what Jimò Qiu knew of them, they had more schemes than a beehive had cells and hearts blacker than ink. They were especially enthusiastic about screwing over their own people. Now that they had a rare chance to elbow His Highness, how could they possibly let it pass? They'd seize His Highness's weakness and drain every last merit from his account.
After all, His Highness had done the same to them before.
Ah, when would this cycle of revenge ever end?
His account was definitely going to be wiped clean.
Though Jimò Qiu sighed over it, he felt relieved inside.
His Highness couldn't make a vow to Heaven lightly, and Heaven wouldn't accept one lightly, either. Once the Heavenly Dao agreed to accept a vow, it meant everything one wished for would come true and every request would be granted. Though Jimò Qiu still didn't know what His Highness had inadvertently wished for, he was certain it had been a heartfelt, fervent desire in that very moment. Whatever His Highness wanted, Jimò Qiu hoped she would get it.
He carried the medicinal brew inside.
Just then, he heard the messenger deliver the good news.
Kang Shi had led five thousand troops to ambush twenty-two thousand elite enemy soldiers. More than half had been captured or killed, and the remaining ten thousand or so Allied Army soldiers had lost heart and been routed. General Yang Ying had slain twelve enemy generals and helped General Qian Yong kill four more. The army had then pursued the fleeing enemy for over seventy li.
Shen Tang asked, "What were our casualties?"
A look of grief appeared on the messenger's face, which was smeared with blood.
His voice caught slightly as he