That afternoon, Fan Yuan ordered Tan Yi to feint an attack on the city for half a day. As soon as night fell, Li Xun personally went to visit the Wei army camp.

Yuan Fang had led his army stationed north of Fengyang for quite some time, constantly ordering scouts to closely monitor movements in the Qiling mountain range east of Fengyang.

Naturally, he was also aware of the commotion the Liang army had made attacking the city that afternoon.

He just hadn’t expected Li Xun would come to visit.

Although the battle at Majialiang had caused a complete deadlock between the Liang and Wei camps, and now that Wei Qishan had raised the banner of restoring Jin, the two truly served different masters, they had once worked together and their friendship had been fairly good. So when meeting in the central command tent, the two exchanged genuine pleasantries.

Yuan Fang led Li Xun to sit and brewed tea for him, smiling: “I truly didn’t expect that after the battle at Majialiang, I would still be alive to see Brother Zhongqing again.”

Li Xun shook his head: “Dou Jianliang’s betrayal caused damage to our Liang camp no less than to your Wei camp. That traitor Dou first injured Old Fan with poisoned arrows, then followed the Pei rebels to attack Wayaobu. Duke Ling and Old General Yuchi—such pillars of the nation—all fell there!”

Even after so long, when Li Xun brought up these matters again, his heart still ached.

Yuan Fang could only sigh along. Although he knew the events back then were not a conspiracy between the Liang and Chen camps to scheme against their Wei camp, having reached this point, the two camps could no longer establish relations as they once had.

He said: “I was also fortunate to be saved by State Lord Xiao of Tongzhou, thus picking up this life.”

Li Xun had long heard in the southern border about Xiao Li’s many deeds in the Wei camp. Hearing Yuan Fang voluntarily mention Xiao Li, his face instantly showed only regret and heartache. He rose and bowed to Yuan Fang: “I heard he offended the Marquis of Shuobian and is now imprisoned. Since Lord Xiao once saved Brother Yuan’s life, this Li implores Brother Yuan to preserve Lord Xiao’s life no matter what.”

Seeing this, Yuan Fang quickly rose to help Li Xun up, saying: “That goes without saying. Brother Zhongqing, please rise quickly!”

After the two sat down again, doubts had already formed in his heart. He asked directly: “I know State Lord Xiao once served the Liang camp, then later due to various matters left the Liang camp and established himself independently in Tongzhou. But seeing Brother Zhongqing like this, it seems the Liang camp’s treatment of State Lord Xiao is not as the rumors say?”

What he referred to was the matter of the Liang camp suspecting Xiao Li was a spy and trying to kill him with poisoned arrows.

Li Xun shook his head with some embarrassment, unwilling to say more, only saying: “Our Liang camp had many misunderstandings with Lord Xiao. In the end, it was our Liang camp that wronged him.”

Hearing this, Yuan Fang pondered slightly and didn’t respond immediately. After pausing for a moment, he asked carefully: “That Chen general Jiang Yu brought his concubine—they came to our northern border previously just to rescue the Yang household?”

What he wanted to ask about was the reason for Wen Yu’s journey north.

But if he asked directly, it would inevitably leave a weak point. Li Xun would certainly not admit Wen Yu had traveled north. Using Jiang Yu’s concubine as a substitute reference already made clear to the other party that he had no intention of setting a trap, but only wanted to know that answer.

Hearing this, Li Xun sighed heavily: “Even at this point, doesn’t Brother Yuan still grieve for the twenty thousand soldiers who died at Majialiang? The Princess sent many letters to the Marquis of Shuobian explaining the reasons, but the Marquis never replied. Only then did Commander Jiang travel north on the Princess’s behalf to personally apologize to the Marquis of Shuobian, explain the reasons clearly, give an accounting to Northern Wei and those twenty thousand soldiers who died unjustly, and reestablish relations with Northern Wei!”

Yuan Fang also understood without Li Xun needing to say more.

When their group arrived at the northern border, Wei Qishan had already declared he would restore Jin. Without the title of lord and subject weighing things down, if Wen Yu fell into Wei Qishan’s hands, that would be walking into a trap. So she simply changed course to Hengzhou and took the Yang household away to avoid being controlled by Northern Wei in the future.

Previously Yuan Fang only knew Wen Yu was exceptionally wise and had always possessed extraordinary strategies. Today he realized her courage was also beyond what ordinary people could match.

That Li Yao and Yuchi Ba were willing to die for her, that Xiao Li would help conceal her identity from Wei Qishan—Yuan Fang could now understand this somewhat.

Speaking fairly, if he encountered such a ruler, he also wouldn’t have the heart to send them to a dead end.

Yuan Fang finally also sighed deeply: “Heaven’s will toys with people!”

Li Xun cupped his hands: “To speak frankly, our deployment to Fengyang this time has three reasons. First is to bring back the Heir’s Consort and her daughter detained in the hands of the Pei rebels; second, the Princess still wishes to personally apologize to the Marquis for the battle at Majialiang and give an accounting; third is to discuss with the Marquis about releasing Lord Xiao back to our Liang camp.”

“However, after attacking the city today, we learned that traitor Pei Song, greedy for life and fearing death, had already withdrawn from Fengyang with the Heir’s Consort and her daughter. The Princess originally intended to order a direct pursuit to Luodu. Scouts discovered there was still a Wei army stationed here. The Princess thought the Marquis of Shuobian was here, which is why she ordered me to come visit. I didn’t expect it would be Brother Yuan here—this has allowed us two to reminisce.”

Yuan Fang laughed along with Li Xun twice, but the smile was somewhat forced: “Pei Song and the Heir’s Consort are truly no longer in the city?”

Li Xun said: “The Princess is concerned for the Heir’s Consort’s safety and secretly placed some agents in the Pei camp. The intelligence received cannot be false.”

He looked at Yuan Fang: “The Princess originally wanted me to convey a message to the Marquis—although Fengyang was the Prince’s fief in the past, if the Marquis of Shuobian wishes to attack this place, the Princess will not compete with the Marquis.”

He smiled: “Since the Marquis is not here and Brother Yuan is leading the troops, then conveying this message to Brother Yuan also completes what the Princess entrusted.”

Yuan Fang couldn’t smile. The orders he had received were to wait here until the Liang army and the Pei army in Fengyang City had fought each other to mutual devastation, then reap the benefits.

Now the Liang camp’s envoy was informing him that their target wasn’t here, they weren’t fighting anymore, they wouldn’t compete with their Wei camp.

If he said he originally didn’t intend to attack this place, then he led a large army here, and when the Liang camp attacked all afternoon his side showed no movement—wouldn’t that clearly indicate he planned to reap benefits from the Liang camp?

Some things could be tacitly understood, but once brought into the open, whether it was him personally or the Wei camp, neither could afford to lose that face.

If he said he was here to capture Pei Song, and Pei Song had gone to Luodu so he would also redirect to attack Luodu—but the Liang camp had also said their Heir’s Consort had been taken by Pei Song fleeing to Luodu.

The Marquis’s troops were already ambushing Pei Song in Luodu. If both he and the Liang camp redirected to Luodu, letting the Pei troops in Fengyang City see their troop movements and also follow to Luodu to aid Pei Song, that would truly be lively.

Yuan Fang’s thoughts turned a hundred times, but in the end could only say: “The Princess’s main force is still attacking Xiangzhou. Even if the Princess takes Luodu this time, it may not be easy to hold. Since it’s only to bring back the Heir’s Consort, why not join me in finishing Fengyang first, then attack Luodu together?”

These words seemed to consider Wen Yu’s situation, but also seemed to contain fear that their Liang camp would take Luodu first and capture Pei Song.

Li Xun hesitated: “This… I’ll first return to report to the Princess, then give Brother Yuan a reply later?”

Yuan Fang said: “I await good news.”

Li Xun cupped his hands to take his leave. Yuan Fang lifted the curtain and personally escorted him to the main camp gate.

—

After Li Xun returned to the Liang camp and reported this matter to Wen Yu, he said with considerable joy and excitement: “The Princess is truly divinely brilliant in strategy—without expending a single soldier, we can make the Wei camp voluntarily beg us to attack Fengyang together!”

Without this maneuver, if they wanted to go to Luodu to rescue people, on the return journey they would have not only the Pei army of Fengyang as an obstacle, but also that Wei army beside them waiting to strike.

Wen Yu said: “Minister Li has worked hard. Tomorrow I must trouble the Minister to make another trip to the Wei camp.”

Li Xun cupped his hands: “This subject only needs to expend some effort with words. The Princess thinks day and night, which is truly laborious and mentally exhausting—you must rest and recuperate more.”

After Li Xun withdrew, Zhao Bai said: “Joining forces with the Wei camp to annihilate the Pei army in Fengyang—although this resolves one troublesome matter on the return journey, this servant fears that after going to Luodu together with that Wei army, after Wei Qishan takes Luodu, with his Wei camp’s two armies combined, it will be disadvantageous to the Princess.”

Wen Yu said: “Is A’Zhao so certain that Pei Song will be defeated at Wei Qishan’s hands?”

Zhao Bai lowered her head and cupped her fists: “This servant doesn’t mean that. This servant is worried about the Princess’s safety on this journey.”

Wen Yu said: “Northern Wei launching this southern campaign at this time has many hidden dangers. Since the situation is not yet clear and Fengyang also cannot be taken in a day or two, what can be taken now is only the word ‘wait.'”

Tongque standing nearby was also quite confused: “Wait?”

Wen Yu opened a memorial on the desk that had not yet been reviewed, saying calmly: “Human calculations are three parts, heaven’s calculations are seven parts. The more chaotic the situation, the more one must remain calm. Since the decisions that can be made have already been made, for now respond to all changes with constancy.”

In the Luodu situation, who would win and who would lose between Wei Qishan and Pei Song would soon be revealed.

Her entering the game at this time might not be a wise choice.

First using Yuan Fang’s Wei army to resolve the hidden danger of Fengyang’s Pei army, when deciding whether to advance on Luodu, at least she wouldn’t need to look ahead and behind anymore.

—

Outside Luodu City, the Wei army camp was brilliantly lit.

On the open ground of the military tents, bonfires nearly as tall as a person were burning. Wei army soldiers surrounded the fire, lifting someone up and shouting in unison: “Young Lord! Young Lord!”

The bonfire crackled and sparked, scattering embers. The enthusiastic atmosphere in the crowd was no less intense than this firelight.

In the distance, Wei Qishan was discussing with his commanders the latest battle reports from the northern border, saying with worry: “The barbarians have indeed chosen this moment to attack the northern border again. Fortunately that Xiao boy led the righteous army to step up, but since he escaped from the dungeon, it’s no different than a fierce beast breaking free from its cage. To trap him again will be difficult…”

Just as he said this, hearing the shouting from over there, Wei Qishan cut off his words and glanced over with slightly furrowed brows.

The commander below, seeing him suddenly stop speaking, followed his gaze and also saw Wei Pingzin being thrown high by the soldiers. He smiled: “The Young Lord accompanying the army this time has truly made us see him with new eyes. Today leading three hundred cavalry to cleverly capture Zheng Daye, a major general under Pei Song—his bravery is no less than when the First Young Lord led those few hundred cavalry into barbarian territory to rescue the Marquis. This Zheng Daye betrayed the Marquis in the past and is now half a father-in-law to Pei Song. For Pei Song to lose him is like losing an arm. Tomorrow hanging that traitor’s head on the commander’s banner when attacking Pei’s army will surely frighten them into scattering like loose sand.”

Wei Qishan’s expression showed little sign of softening. He asked: “Wasn’t Zheng Daye in Mozhou?”

The commander below said: “It’s heard that Zheng Daye’s daughter was pregnant. When Pei Song withdrew from Fengyang, in the chaos of war, she inadvertently took a fall—both mother and child died. Zheng Daye rushed there for his daughter.”

During their conversation, Wei Pingzin also noticed Wei Qishan.

He seemed to want to come over and say something to Wei Qishan, but the soldiers cheered and tossed him high again. Unable to break free for the moment, when he finally found an opportunity to push through the crowd and rush this way, he only saw the distant backs of Wei Qishan and the commander walking away.

Wei Pingzin’s flamboyant smile faded from his face. His thin lips slowly pressed tight.

Soon a personal guard rushed over, face flushed with excitement: “Young Lord, why did you leave? The soldiers still want to toast you!”

He was about to hand the wine bowl in his hand to Wei Pingzin.

Wei Pingzin swung his arm forcefully, directly making that personal guard retreat several steps, the wine in the bowl spilling completely.

“Not going!” Wei Pingzin shouted this darkly, then turned and left.

Leaving the personal guard standing in place bewildered, not knowing what he had done wrong to anger him again.

—

After Wei Qishan returned to the central command tent, he instructed Wei Xian: “Go summon the right-wing army’s main general who participated in today’s battle.”

Before long, the main general who was still celebrating victory at the front hurried over. Entering the tent, he cupped his fists to Wei Qishan: “Marquis, you seek this last general?”

Wei Qishan sat behind the long desk. His lean figure wasn’t wearing armor, only a common household robe, revealing a scholarly elegance completely different from usual. He glanced at the general and said: “Tell me in detail how the Young Lord captured Zheng Daye on today’s battlefield.”

The main general didn’t know what Wei Qishan meant by this, but reported in full detail: “This last general and the Young Lord led the right-wing army in ambush at Fengsha Ridge. According to plan, after letting Pei’s vanguard army enter the city, we cut off the retreat route of the main Pei forces behind. After the Marquis’s left-wing army engaged the Pei army at the front, this last general and the Young Lord led the commanders to drive the rear Pei army into the encirclement. Some small groups of Pei deserters fled, which we couldn’t attend to.”

“But the Young Lord had sharp eyes and noticed that commanding the rear of the Pei army was precisely Zheng Daye. This traitor was cunning—he probably understood that Pei Song at the front, with the vanguard troops that entered Luodu City first and the defenders in the city to respond, could still escape, but he in the rear might not be able to fight his way out of the encirclement. So he abandoned his armor and changed into Pei soldier’s uniform, protected by personal guards intending to flee as a deserter.”

“The Young Lord has always wanted to kill this traitor to clean house. He watched him extremely closely. Only thus, after Zheng Daye disguised himself as a Pei soldier to escape, did he also spur his horse to chase, finally successfully surrounding and killing this traitor, bringing back his head.”

In this account, not half a suspicious point could be found. Wei Qishan finally only waved his hand: “Alright, you may go.”

The main general cupped his fists saying “This last general takes his leave,” then was about to depart. When he reached the tent entrance, he was suddenly called back by Wei Qishan.

His expression was stern and complex: “Don’t let the Young Lord know about this matter.”

The main general cupped his fists again, saying: “This last general understands.”

After that main general left, the Wei general who had been discussing the northern border war situation with Wei Qishan said: “Marquis, the Young Lord has truly matured. During these days of marching, what the Young Lord has done, the generals below have all seen. In private they all praise the Young Lord profusely. When the First Young Lord was only sixteen, the Marquis could confidently let him lead troops. Now the Young Lord is already married—how can the Marquis still not set your mind at ease?”

Wei Qishan shook his head, finally only sighing: “Perhaps that unfilial son has caused too much trouble. Now that he’s suddenly changed his nature, I always suspect he’ll stir up some trouble again.”

That Wei general sighed: “If the Young Lord knew the Marquis suspected him regarding the military merit of killing Zheng Daye, it would surely hurt the father-son bond.”

Wei Xian at the side also chimed in: “The Marquis’s health hasn’t been good lately. Forcing yourself to continue the southern campaign, frequently calling for military physicians—the Young Lord sees all this. With that Xiao boy so rampant in the northern border, the Young Lord being so motivated now is surely to help the Marquis support Northern Wei!”

Wei Qishan looked again at the urgent report from the northern territory on the desk. Fatigue showed between his brows. Finally he only said: “Forget it. From now on, you all watch him more closely. He’s still young and hot-tempered. In the future there are still many stumbles to take, but during this southern campaign, absolutely no more mishaps can occur.”

Both nodded in agreement.

—

In Wei Pingzin’s tent, it had already been smashed into chaos, cups and vessels shattered all over the floor.

Fortunately, what was brought on this military campaign wasn’t porcelain from famous kilns, so smashing them didn’t cost much silver.

The strategist he had promoted to his side before the Youzhou victory banquet stood below, slowly saying: “Young Lord, calm your anger.”

Wei Pingzin’s hands pressed on the table that had nothing left to smash. On his handsome face, the smell of alcohol and anger intertwined: “I followed your advice to be cautious in word and deed, putting on that pretentious manner of sharing hardships with the common soldiers below. I even relied on just over a hundred cavalry to behead enemy generals like Wei Xingchuan—yet he still begrudges me a single word of praise!”

Wei Pingzin angrily overturned the entire table to the ground, shouting at the other: “What use is it for me to keep listening to you!”

That strategist said: “But hasn’t the Young Lord already won reputation among the soldiers?”

He looked at Wei Pingzin, smiling with apparent respect: “In time, when the Young Lord’s reputation even surpasses the Marquis’s, how can the Marquis not recognize you?”

Wei Pingzin suddenly glared furiously. The strategist only bowed his head slightly, saying: “This humble official misspoke.”

But there was no fear on his face.

Wei Pingzin closed his eyes and calmed himself for a while. When he opened them again, he seemed to have made some decision: “You’re right.”

—

Over the next three days, the Wei army besieged Luodu. Several times they challenged them to battle, and the Pei generals who came out to meet them all suffered defeats at Wei Pingzin’s hands. Only on the last day did Pei Song send out his confidant Pei Yuan to respond to battle.

Wei Pingzin was defeated miserably by Pei Yuan. Though the reputation he’d accumulated these days wasn’t greatly diminished, after returning to camp Wei Pingzin felt too ashamed to even go to Wei Qishan’s place.

When the news reached Wei Qishan’s ears, it actually set his mind considerably at ease.

He said to Wei Xian: “Good that he lost. If he kept winning continuously, Pei Song’s earlier decline—I thought it looked suspicious.”

Wei Xian said: “Pei Song came here to take refuge. The main forces of the Liang and Chen armies are still fighting at Xiangzhou. Pei Song cannot mobilize several capable generals under his command. Earlier General Yuan deliberately exposed his whereabouts there, making that traitor think the Marquis wanted to take Fengyang, so he left heavy troops in Fengyang. Of the generals who accompanied him to Luodu this time, only Zheng Daye was worth mentioning. But with Zheng Daye surrounded and killed by the Young Lord’s men, morale among the Pei troops in the city had already plummeted. So those generals who later faced the Young Lord in battle, hearing that the Young Lord had killed Zheng Daye, were already three parts afraid in their hearts.”

Wei Qishan said: “Also good. This time can be considered tempering that unfilial son’s character. In the future, it will be greatly beneficial to him on the battlefield.”

Wei Xian sighed: “This old servant knows you mean well for the Young Lord, but your treatment of the Young Lord is too harsh. Marquis, what is too rigid will easily break.”

—

Having fought a losing battle, Wei Pingzin naturally threw a great temper tantrum when he returned to camp that day. Even his usually favored concubines didn’t dare approach.

When Wei Xian came over and saw the tent floor covered with shattered porcelain cups, he said to Wei Pingzin sitting on the yak-hair carpeted steps: “The Marquis ordered this old servant to bring this blade to the Young Lord.”

The armored guard following behind him took out an object in a long case—a horizontal blade with considerable traces of age.

Wei Xian said: “This is what the Marquis personally seized from Henu, the barbarian tribes’ first warrior, in the past. The Marquis used it for many years.”

Wei Pingzin received the horizontal blade, his five fingers gripping the scabbard tight. With his head half-lowered somewhat awkwardly, he said: “Thank father for me.”

Wei Xian advised: “Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. The Young Lord need not take it to heart. The Marquis also doesn’t blame you.”

He paused, then added: “The Marquis has always been watching the Young Lord.”

After Wei Xian left, Wei Pingzin’s strategist came forward. Seeing him still gripping that blade sitting on the yak-hair carpeted wooden steps in the tent, he called: “Young Lord?”

Wei Pingzin only raised his head after quite a while. His eyes were somewhat red as he said: “Teacher, I still want to fight a victorious battle.”

“A battle even more brilliant than beheading Zheng Daye.”

That strategist’s lips curved slightly. He only said: “This humble official will help the Young Lord.”

—

Although the Wei army was assisting, Yuan Fang’s side clearly intended to drag out time. Fengyang took a full three days to take down.

When Pei Song attacked the city last year, it had already been slaughtered once. Now those remaining in the city were mostly commoners forcibly captured by the Pei army to serve as laborers.

When entering the city, Wen Yu and Yuan Fang made a three-point agreement that after both sides’ forces entered the city, they must not harm a single hair of the city’s common people.

There were commoners who, upon seeing the entering forces bearing the “Wen” character banner, cautiously approached. The armored soldiers before Wen Yu’s carriage, fearing the person was an assassin, held halberds and ordered them not to approach.

That old man in ragged clothes with frostbite on his face held both hands open to show he meant no harm. After stammering and retreating a bit, he carefully asked: “Military lord, has Princess Hanyang driven off Pei Song and taken back our Fengyang?”

Wen Yu, who had just lifted the carriage curtain slightly wanting to look at Fengyang’s old scenery, hearing these words felt as if her heart had been violently struck by a great bell. The reverberations lasted long, and a sharp ache suddenly arose in her eyes.

The armored soldier who had originally held his halberd to drive back that old man, looking at the old man’s longing and hopeful eyes, could no longer point the halberd tip at him, nor could he answer.

Zhao Bai, riding beside the carriage, looking at this Fengyang City even more ruined and desolate than when she had protected Li Yao and the other important ministers in their escape, also showed suppressed pain and guilt on her face.

This was no longer the Fengyang of the past…

Yet even after being trampled by Pei Song to this extent, there were still so many common people waiting for them to take Fengyang back.

Tongque raised the carriage curtain for Wen Yu. She stepped down from the carriage and personally helped up that old man, calling: “Grandfather.”

That old man examined Wen Yu carefully. Turbid tears rolled down as he asked with trembling voice: “You… are Princess Hanyang?”

Wen Yu nodded with reddened eyes.

That old man wept mournfully as if seeing a beloved relative, tears streaming as he said: “Princess… the common people of our Fengyang City have waited so bitterly for you!”

On the main street, many thinly clothed, skeletal common people also covered their faces and wept.

Wen Yu couldn’t suppress the momentary tears in her eyes. Hot tears fell from her eye sockets as she choked: “It is Hanyang’s incompetence.”

That old man’s throat made sounds of crying sobs as he said mournfully: “You married far away to Southern Chen—that was also bitter, also bitter… The common people of our Fengyang City all know…”

He kept raising his hand to wipe tears, choking as he asked: “You’ve returned this time—will you leave again?”

Feeling the hopeful gazes of all the common people on the main street, Wen Yu only felt her heart being cut by a dull blade. She said with guilty self-reproach: “It is my incompetence—I still cannot completely retake Fengyang.”

She looked at all the common people on the main street who had come out to greet them upon seeing the Wen clan’s banner, saying with reddened eyes: “But south of Xiangzhou is now Liang territory. If you are willing to follow Hanyang, I will first take you there to settle. In the future when Fengyang is completely retaken, I will send you all back.”

That old man almost immediately said mournfully: “Good, good. As long as you don’t mind this old man being aged and useless, this old man will follow you to the southern border.”

He choked repeatedly: “After the Prince and Heir passed away, the Pei clan that took over Fengyang didn’t treat us as human!”

Other common people also seemed to fear the newly arrived army would conduct a round of slaughter like Pei Song and drive them like livestock. They also quickly cried: “Princess, we’ll follow you!”

Though the voices were mournful and heavy, when countless mournful voices joined together, they seemed to form a torrent that could move this heaven and earth.

Yuan Fang led the Wei camp forces entering the city afterward. Seeing this scene, his heart couldn’t help but be shaken.

Since he had joined the military, he had always been under Wei Qishan’s command, never leaving the northern border, nor had he personally seen Prince Changlian.

But though he had been gone nearly a year, and Fengyang City had changed hands to Pei Song, the common people still supported their Prince Changlian’s line so much—one could see his virtuous reputation was definitely not unfounded rumor.

Fengyang City had already been emptied by Pei Song. The remaining Pei soldiers were captured by the Wei army. When Wen Yu proposed taking all the common people in the city willing to follow her south, Yuan Fang naturally had no reason to refuse.

That very night, Wen Yu summoned Fan Yuan, having him dispatch a capable commander under his command to lead over a thousand troops disguised as refugees to take the city’s common people back to the southern border first.

The next day, the two armies continued advancing toward Luodu.

When marching to still about eighty-some li from Luodu, a Wei soldier covered in blood, riding as if rushing to Fengyang for aid, ran head-on into them.

That Wei soldier, seeing the Wei banner flown by the troops Yuan Fang led, was almost weeping with joy. After falling from his horse and being helped up, he still kept coughing blood, saying to Yuan Fang: “General, quickly… quickly go save the Marquis!”