บท 248: 135: Your Highness, take care _2

When Prince Rong arrived, he saw them transporting the wounded, and he stared dumbfounded at the scene. He had slept in just a little, having not had a good night's sleep for many days. He had wanted to slack off for a while, but he didn't know the enemy had already begun attacking the city.

In the capital, Prince Rong had grown tired of hearing the word "battle," but he had never seen it with his own eyes.

Watching the soldiers drenched in blood being carried down from the city wall, he stood there like a wooden statue, his mind completely blank.

This moment, this scene, deeply shocked him. This was war, the real war, not the casual words mentioned by the courtiers!

His hands were trembling slightly, with a hint of fear in his heart. He tried to unsheathe his waist knife, but his hand shook so badly that he failed several times.