Jun Moling's heart seemed to be in turmoil, violently churning in his chest, causing his entire body to spasm uncontrollably with pain.
His hands clenched tightly, knuckles turning white, and his eyes bloodshot from anguish.
"Ruoxi, it's not like that. This is my failure as the Marshal. But the peace between the two countries is inevitable. Whether it's our Dayi Country or Beichang Country, neither can endure the ravages of war anymore!"
Jun Moling urgently explained, his voice filled with deep helplessness and pain.
"Prince Zhan, we're not that familiar. Please call me by my full name.
Yes, you all care for the world, for the country and its people, while I'm stubbornly fixated on revenge, narrow-minded in perspective.
But don't forget, Beichang Country is the aggressor. Who among you can truly understand the pain they've caused me?"
Shen Ruoxi shouted hoarsely, tears welling in her eyes before finally falling.
"Ruoxi," Jun Moling said with a pained heart.
