Chapter 228: Cast

Xilai spat with rage, turned his horse, and followed the king, who was throwing himself into the arms of his enemy when almost any other action would have saved him.

"The Princess would die. And he, Xilai, had the responsibility of saving the royals. Now, he was torn. Why was she here anyway? There was no reason for her to be here. Half of the things were not making sense to him. But then again, why was the king heading to battle in a way the king never could?" 

But like an artist with a favorite painting, Xilai could not bear to see the king die either. Not here – not so close to triumph, or at least to survival.

"We are all making the wrong decisions," Xilai thought. And he realized that if he died here, his newfound knowledge would die with him.

It was like some ancient tragedy in which a man is granted knowledge only to be destroyed.

But he didn't have to waste much more time on such thoughts.