C192 Sword-drawn anxiety

I looked at the vast world outside, and my voice gradually became softer. Every word was like a cry, as I said:

"Your Highness Duke Jie, it's snowing heavily. Please go back."

He couldn't say it, but he still couldn't say it. But someone did something for me to say.

"Haha, third brother, everyone is waiting for you at the front. What are you doing here