In the latter half of the night.
The fighting in the city ended.
The thousands of Koreans who had entered the city were almost all dead or wounded.
Corpses covered the city walls.
When the civilians came running over joyfully to report, they found that the woman had already lowered her head, her fate unknown.
Even at the last moment of her life, she had maintained the dignity of Chun Prefecture's mistress.
The cold wind stirred her dark hair.
It revealed her deathly pale, exquisitely beautiful face.
Sickness and Pestilence clenched their fists, tears welling helplessly in their eyes.
"Xiao Yuan..."
Zhang Yang arrived late, drenched in blood.
That peerlessly graceful woman, that enchanting woman, that woman who had touched millions of hearts, no longer moved.
"Doctor!"
"Doctor!"
Zhang Yang panicked.
He dared not imagine how he would explain this to Little White Tiger.
He dared not think about what Old Ninth would do when he returned.
This woman would set every last fighter ablaze.
If she died, no one in the world could talk the enraged Little White Tiger down.
Knowing Old Ninth's temperament, the Ma Family, the Koreans, and everyone who had ever been Xiao Yuan's enemy would be slaughtered.
At last, several doctors arrived. After tremblingly checking her pulse, they collapsed to the ground in fright.
"Sister... Sister Yuan... is already dead."
Thwack!
Zhang Yang kicked the doctor away and roared, "She's still breathing! Can't you see?"
"There... there really is no life left in her."
The doctor slumped on the ground like a heap of mud, breaking down in tears. "Sister Yuan's life force is exhausted. She should have died long ago."
"She... she's holding on through sheer willpower... she's forcing herself to hold on."
The doctor's words struck everyone present like lightning.
It was over.