This time, Feng Linyuan did not speak. His eyes were extremely cold as he quietly looked at Gaochang Marquis.
It was as if he could see through him to the bloody scene from six years ago.
"Feng Zhen, it's my fault."
Gaochang Marquis looked up, his mouth full of bitterness.
The curtain of memory gradually opened, revealing everything about that time, the darkness hidden in the sunlight.
Although the relationship between the Gaochang Marquis and Old Marquis Dingyuan was not close, and they had only worked together for a few battles, but in the few limited interactions, he had a whole new level of respect for Feng Zhen.
That year, Yancheng was in a rush.
Feng Zhen brought Feng Linyuan and brought one hundred fifty thousand Changping Army to battle, rushing towards the Yancheng.