This was the fiercest battle Prince Qi had ever experienced.
Though it seemed he was still capable of another fight, in truth, his remaining troops were utterly vulnerable.
In less than half an hour, the army's morale collapsed completely, and soldiers began to defect and surrender.
"Song Xian is rebelling," Prince Qi shouted, "Capture the traitor, where are the court's troops? What are they waiting for? If they don't act now, are they waiting for Song Xian to ascend the throne?"
In the past, someone would have believed Prince Qi's words. When the Emperor wasn't gravely ill, these words would have brought endless trouble to Song Xian.
But now, not to mention the court couldn't hear him; even the Xu family father and son wouldn't lead their troops forward despite knowing.
Prince Qi already had six or seven wounds on him and was in a miserable state. His arm, which held the long knife, lacked strength, and he continued to ponder whether there was any escape route.
