At the transition from spring to early summer, the night should have been delightful, capable of fostering sweet dreams, after which one awakens to new sunlight and new vitality. However, this night, the darkness stretched on interminably, with everyone's eyes wide open, sleep eluding them as they awaited the uncertain arrival of good news with heavy hearts.
It was the same for Jiang Li.
Slowly, the sky shed its black hues as if water that had been dipped in ink suddenly lost its color, becoming clear and bright once more. At some point, the moon had vanished. From afar, the sound of roosters crowing could be heard, and at the gradually lightening edge of the sky, the dawn glowed.
A panting servant rushed in from outside, saying, "The retreat, it's happened, Prince Cheng has retreated his troops!"
Lady Lu asked urgently, "Really?"
