Whipping Out a Saber

Duodun felt the pain of betrayal. All of his companions and generals were pretending as if they hadn't heard anything. As the only one whose name had just been called out, Liman was as embarrassed as if he had just accidentally knocked a brazier over.

"Guards," Duodun commanded as he tried to keep his voice calm. "Take the Second Consort to her tent. She's not allowed to leave without my permission."

The guards at the doorway looked at one another, but none of them moved until the look in the prince's eyes turned severe and angry. Finally, four guards walked in front of the Second Consort and bowed respectfully.

The Second Consort didn't try to resist. As she walked past Duodun, she shook her head at him with a smile. "Silly kid." Then she said to Liman, "Only you can save His Highness."

Liman felt even more awkward after hearing her words. Among all of Duodun's companions, his head was lowered the most, and he didn't dare to say a single word in return.