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Feng Shuo wore a bitter expression. He heaved a long sigh, pointed upward, and said helplessly, "Old Batu, do you think I wanted to? Brother Cheng-Commandant Cheng-gave the order! He told me to beat him within an inch of his life, then lock him up. He also said that without his orders, I wasn't to release him even if the King of Heaven himself came demanding it! What could I do? Would I dare disobey?"

"Commandant Ch-Cheng?!" Batu sucked in a breath of cold air. His mouth opened, but for a long while, no words came out.

If the order had come from Cheng Li, then this whole affair lay completely beyond his understanding.

Just who was that Cheng Li?!

Once Feng Shuo had walked off, sighing all the way, Military Supervisor Wang approached with a grave expression.

Batu hurried over and quietly reported everything, then asked anxiously, "Military Supervisor, this is Grand General Han's only son! What should we do now?"

After hearing him out, Military Supervisor Wang fell silent for a long time. His expression shifted inscrutably before finally settling into a long sigh. His voice carried a helplessness unlike anything Batu had heard from him before. "What should we do? Play it by ear. This affair is already beyond the reach of people at our level. Do your duty, hold Cold Iron Pass, and watch how the rest unfolds."

Towering waves were already crashing through his heart.

The Chu Lineage in the Imperial Capital, the Khan of the Northern Region, the noble consort in the palace-and now the commander of the Northern Army, a man with real power in his hands. Cheng Li had offended them all.

Just what mighty figure stands behind this Cheng Li? Could he be some prince's son?!

The thought flashed through his