Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower novel Chapter 1697

Chapter 1697 Dawn on Day 3

Indifferent.

That was what other people could see from Song Yun Xiang as he entered his tent to rest. Because he had regular schedule, no one found his behavior strange and instead take it for granted that from the very beginning, he should have been that way.

"Indifferent?" Song Yun Xiang muttered. He lowered his head as his eyes turned slightly red. "How can I be indifferent?"

He was taught not to show his emotions on the surface and showed his weakness to other people. Instead, he would show a personality that was set from the very beginning for other people to see.

What he actually felt inside should never be known to others. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}

He's not calm.

When he saw the plan that Great General Ji had made, he knew that his Master was ready to die on the battlefield and even made a lot of preparations for that. The adjutants knew about this matter and they were informed about the follow up on how they should deal with this matter.

For these generals and commanders, it was a great honor for them to die on the battlefield. Rather than dying because of the order from the Emperor due to some cold misunderstanding, they felt it would be better for them to die for their own kingdom.

Song Yun Xiang had known about this.

Gao Xing Huan might not know because Great General Ji didn't want to inform this soft and emotional disciple of his.

But Song Yun Xiang was sharper and noticed it.

He couldn't stop his Master.

What he could do was to completed the arrangement and follow up that his master had arranged. That way, what his Master did would not be pointless.

Song Yun Xiang took a deep breath and walked to his bed.

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<Long Qian Xing's location, Fei Yang Kingdom's side>

The night was quiet.

But Long Qian Xing woke up far earlier than others, busy in his tent to arrange the tactics for the next battle.

Knowing Song Yun Xiang, he didn't believe that the other party will give up easily.

"There are too many possibilities."

Long Qian Xing tossed the brush in his hand to the side, feeling tired from thinking so much. People said that he was very scheming, but only he knew that in terms of scheming there was someone who was even better than him.

And this person was right in front of them.

He turned his head to look at the incense stick on the side. He had put it off and now, the stick was less than half left. That sleeping incense should have been able to help him sleep, but right now, he really didn't feel any desire to sleep again.