Hearing Wu Yuan's news, Yelv Nanyan and Xiao Wenyao were both stunned for a long while.
At that moment, the thought that her uncle might have also died in battle left Xiao Wenyao feeling so weak that she plumped down onto the ground.
She felt little for her father, King of the Great Sum, especially since he had sent her to the North Fre King like a tool, so she wouldn't be overly saddened by her father's death.
But she felt differently about her uncle, who had always treated her well and had even spoken before setting off of sending her to Great Sum after taking North City.
Alas, now all those plans had vanished into thin air.
Yelv Nanyan muttered to herself, "How could there be a defeat... There shouldn't have been many soldiers defending North City, even if they couldn't win, the king and his men shouldn't have been unable to escape..."
As she spoke to herself, Yelv Nanyan suddenly looked up, staring intently at Wu Yuan, "Are you sure the news you heard is true?"