"And in private, Xu Hengjun has once sighed with him that the heirs of the Marquis under the King of the Southern Garrison are probably going to be overshadowed by Duke Wuan's two sons."
Pang Zongkang agrees with this, but also sees it as not entirely positive.
After all, the martial lineage of the Marquis has been passed down for a thousand years, with many exceptionally brilliant and prideful talents among them. However, most of their ends have not been good.
Only a very few are able to die a natural death; most of them perish on their respective battlefields.
"Marquis Pang, please feel at ease," Chen Yuan glanced over them and nodded.
"Eh?" Wei Jinyu was taken aback and quickly called out, "Chen Yuan, you, you..."
For some unexplained reason, her heart ached.
She wanted to ask Chen Yuan to return to the Capital City with her, but she knew that it was impossible.
Or perhaps, she could refrain from going back and stay by Chen Yuan's side... that too was impossible!
