In the morning breeze, HeLian Xuan led the way, the wind was blazing fast, flags were whistling, blood was burning in the heart, there was excitement, anger and worry.
Excited was that after a year and a half, he finally came back, Jinling, his home.
Angry was that the shameless king Yu and fifth imperial uncles were collaborating to attack the city. Such a prosperous and peaceful place, the ancient capital of one thousand years, was now being trampled by the iron hoofs.
Worry was that his relatives were in danger, and Huai Song's territory was in danger. He was afraid that he would not be able to make it.
He broke through all the way and died in a narrow escape. He was on the trot and exhausted to the extreme, but he could not stop, and did not dare to stop for a moment.
Just fear to be too late.