"That bastard!" Zhen Sushan trembled with rage, but since the man beside her had not spoken, she did not dare make a sound and expose herself.
Yan Muliang still clung to a shred of hope. "How could that be? Madam Zhen is exceptionally clever. How could she have been captured by you so easily?"
Hua Jieyu said with a smile, "She may be clever, but our Prince and the Little Demon Master are no less so. They anticipated that she would come to spy on us and laid an ambush, catching her red-handed. Otherwise, why would we press our advantage and come here to wipe you all out?"
Zhen Sushan looked ashamed and murmured softly, "It was all my fault. If I had not taken the risk of going there, everyone would not have been caught completely unprepared."
Song Qingshu comforted her. "Don't blame yourself. This has nothing to do with you. As you said before, even the wisest person can make a mistake. The gap in absolute strength between you and the Mongol Empire is too great. They can make countless mistakes, but one mistake from you means utter ruin. That is determined by the overall situation, not individual ability."
Only then did Zhen Sushan's expression improve somewhat. "Thank you."
Upon hearing the news, Zhalandin finally gave up hope. He sighed and said to Hua Zha'ao and Yan Muliang beside him, "Thank you for staying by my side all these years. Now we have finally reached the end. Surrender. With your martial arts and abilities, I am sure you can still put your talents to good use in the Mongol Empire."
Then he looked at Tongzun Shanchayue, who lay barely alive at his feet. "Unfortunately, you have suffered a mortal wound and cannot defect to the Mongol Empire anymore.