"Your Majesty..."
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Bingzhou City.
Daman and Xiaoman had not slept either. They were sitting on stools, braced against the door, listening to the deafening noise until night fell.
"The lady said last time that when people are tired, they need to rest. The Qi Army can't keep attacking without stopping for a rest. Why haven't they stopped yet?"
Xiaoman's voice was low, tinged with confusion.
Daman shook her head, "I don't know either, perhaps His Majesty is determined to make a final stand."
She still referred to him as His Majesty. Xiaoman's lips twisted slightly, but she said nothing.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"It's the Left Guard." Xiaoman stood up excitedly and rushed to open the door.
The door creaked open.
Ye Chuang's face was tense, his expression unusually somber.
"Where is the lady?"
He did not call her maiden anymore.