410. Long-Term Scheming
A hundred miles from Feihong Pass, the Mo Family Army, flying black banners, advanced towards the pass at great speed. Mo Xiuyao rode at the head of the column. His snow-white hair made him appear as cold as frost. Although they had just annihilated a Xiling army unit, his brows remained knitted.
"Greetings, my Prince!" A fast horse galloped from the direction of Feihong Pass, halting right before Mo Xiuyao. The rider, not bothering to dismount, saluted directly from horseback. Seeing his hurried approach, Mo Xiuyao's heart sank. "No need for formalities," he said. "What's the situation at Feihong Pass?"
The man replied solemnly, "This subordinate has failed. The Princess Consort… The Princess Consort refuses to leave Feihong Pass."
"What did you say?" Mo Xiuyao's handsome face instantly turned as cold as iron, the killing intent in his eyes palpable.
