Chunhua Palace.
Noble Consort Yang's face looked somewhat unwell; she had just heard about the Northern Barbarians amassing an army of seven hundred thousand to assault Liangzhou, and for some reason, her heart was filled with anxiety and hidden worries.
Chen Yuan... was stationed in Liangzhou.
Faced with the assault of the Northern Barbarians' Iron Cavalry, as the Golden Envoy of Liangzhou, he certainly couldn't and wouldn't flee; he had to confront this great battle.
As it is often said, on the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes.
No matter how advanced his cultivation and exceptional his talent, what could they amount to in front of an army of seven hundred thousand?
Indeed, she was worried for Chen Yuan.
It was hard to articulate this feeling, but she was certain of it.
As for when it began, Noble Consort Yang subconsciously touched her left cheek, her fair fingers rubbing gently, seemingly starting in Shuanghe Temple.
