The Lord of Yan Capital Returned, with Tens of Thousands at His Side!

Night hung low as two thousand cavalrymen slowly mounted beneath the hazy moonlight.

A horn sounded, cutting through the night sky.

An eagle cried, clear and piercing.

You mounted as well and rode at the very front.

Hooves struck the ground once more.

Su Ziyin and Ji Qinxin accompanied you. Su Ziyin came from a military family and had practiced with spears and staves since childhood. Her strength was far beyond that of an ordinary woman.

As for Ji Qinxin, her constitution had surpassed ordinary people's since childhood. Years spent wandering the martial world had also made her an accomplished rider.

The young nobleman watched the two thousand cavalrymen ride away, utterly alone. From beginning to end, neither the Prince of Yan nor Left General Jia Fu spared him a glance.

Yet terror had already shattered his courage!

At last, unable to bear the crushing pressure, he collapsed to the ground. His face was white as paper, his eyes vacant and lost.

The guards behind him hurried forward to help, only to find him stiff as a clay statue, unable even to stand.

Just then!

Another party hurried out of Jiakang City. Elders at the nearby relay station heard the news and emerged as well. Once they learned what had happened, they immediately took horses and gave chase, hoping to catch the departing column.

Several more groups came and went like this, yet no one paid the young nobleman any mind.

Then footsteps approached and stopped before him.

A middle-aged man's voice followed, tinged with helplessness and a sigh:

"Third boy, you've truly brought down a great calamity this time."

Word of what had happened at the relay station had already spread through the city offices!

The young nobleman recognized the voice. It belonged to his uncle, who served as