Ignorant

Bai Wan looked troubled. She frowned deeply and her words were filled with sorrow.

"Xiao Ran, you don't know about the battle back then. You didn't see the river of blood and corpses everywhere with your own eyes. There are still many corpses of the soldiers buried deep under the yellow sand. Ninety percent of the nearby tombs are empty tombs without corpses."

"Tens of thousands of Bai soldiers lost their lives in that battle, but now, not even their bones are left. The instigator of all this is your grandfather, the former Emperor of Wu'an. Such hatred is not so easy to resolve."

"Mother doesn't want you to go through all this. Do you understand?"

Yun Ran could feel the anxiety and uneasiness in Bai Wan's heart.

She placed his hand on the back of Bai Wan's hand and patted it gently. Her eyes were firm and there was no trace of panic.