The great Han capital, on this night, staged countless thrilling and touching events.

  In the face of foreign invasion and national calamity, there are indeed those who fear death and covet life. They humbly yield and for the sake of their own survival, do not hesitate to betray their faith and abandon their principles in order to seek glory.

  However, there is also a group of people who sacrifice their lives for justice, dedicate themselves to the country, and for that little persistence in their hearts, they can throw their heads and shed hot blood. They do not care about life or death, nor do they care about success or failure. Their loyalty and dedication will be remembered forever.

  In the inner courtyard of the Crown Prince's mansion, a dignified and virtuous young woman sat in the main hall, occupying the seat of honor. She was not yet twenty years old, only nineteen, truly in the prime of her youth.

  She was Liu Zhengyi's wife, the Crown Prince of the current dynasty, the Crown Princess of the Great Han, and the daughter of Cai Junmang, the Minister of Rites, Cai Zipi.

  "Your humble servant greets Your Highness."

  "Please, take a seat."

  "Thank you, Princess."

  An old man with white hair and beard stood up and sat down.

  Cai Zipei stood up and bowed deeply to him, saying: "Daughter has seen father."

  It turned out that this old man was actually Cai Junmang, one of the several senior officials of the current dynasty and the Minister of Rites.

  "Hurry up." Cai Junmeng said with a slight bow.

  "Father, you've come tonight, but is there something you want to discuss with your daughter?" Cai Zipei looked at her old father in front of her, and after not seeing him for a few days, he seemed to have aged a lot, it was clear that the Xiongnu people's siege had exhausted his mind, and he couldn't bear the worry.

  Cai Jun slightly nodded, but didn't say a word, only his gaze towards his daughter was somewhat strange.

  "Father, you... what's wrong with you?" Cai Zipei asked in surprise.

  Cai Junmang slowly stood up, pointed outside the window with his hand and asked: "Princess Wang, did you hear that?"

  Cai Zipei followed his finger and looked out the window, where the dark night sky was twinkling with countless stars, looking beautiful and enchanting. However, a few wisps of black smoke rose up, ruining this peaceful night.

  Wave after wave of battle cries, although at a considerable distance, were pressing in step by step and moving continuously towards here.

  "Yes, my daughter heard it." Cai Zipei said calmly.

  "I don't know why, but the Xiongnu have already breached the city. The capital has fallen and it's irreversible now." Cai Zhongyan said slowly, his tone gradually sinking, finally with a hint of sobbing.

  "My daughter knows." Cai Zipei got up and walked to her old father's side, gently patting his back.

  Cai Junmang closed his eyes, calmed down for a moment, and asked slowly: "Has the prince left already?"

  Tsai Tzu-Pei murmured in agreement and turned her head to look out the window, unsure if she wanted to find the person she was looking for in the endless night.

  Tsai Chun-meng opened his already dim and blurry eyes, gazing at Tsai Tzu-p'ei's face, and suddenly asked: "P'ei-erh, do...do you regret it?"

  Cai Zipei was taken aback and looked back, in her memory, since the day she became the crown princess, her father had never called her nickname with such a tone again.

  It seems like that's already a very distant thing.

  "What's there to regret...?" Cai Zipei asked in a low voice.

  "Have you ever regretted marrying the Crown Prince?" Cai Junmang asked.

  "Father, why did you say such a thing?" Cai Zipei asked in surprise.

  "Have you ever regretted?" Cai Junmang didn't answer, but instead asked persistently.

  Cai Zipei hung her head, after a moment, she raised it again and said: "My daughter has no regrets."

  Cai Junmou nodded heavily and said: "The Crown Prince bears the heavy responsibility of restoring the country, we absolutely cannot become his burden in the future."

  Cai Zipei was startled in her heart and looked at her old father with a hint of inquiry in her eyes.

  Cai Junmang turned his head away and said slowly: "Today, Father came here to see his daughter for the last time."

  "Father..." Cai Zipei exclaimed, tightly grasping her old father's hand, but those big hands were icy and bone-chilling, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

  "Pei Er, do you know? In our Cai family, anyone can be a prisoner of war, except for one person." Cai Junmou turned his head away, muttering to himself as if he was talking to no one.

  Cai Zipei's pretty face gradually lost its color, leaving only a shocking pale complexion.

  His hands were trembling, his body was trembling, and even his voice was trembling. Yet, he still said word by word: "You are the princess of our Great Han."

  His eyes filled with strange emotions as he looked at his daughter, with sadness, sorrow, pleading, and regret, but more of it was helplessness.

  Cai Zipei remained silent for a moment before calmly lifting her head and gazing deeply at her father, who looked even more aged.

  She got up, knelt down, knocked her head three times and said: "Father, your upbringing kindness, daughter can only repay in the next life."

  After she finished speaking, she looked out the window again at the vast expanse of darkness, then turned and entered the inner room. For a long time, there was no movement.

  Cai Jun's whole body trembled, and he struggled to stand up, stumbling away. Two lines of old tears silently fell on his face.

  Just as he was leaving the Crown Prince's residence, the noise inside grew louder and more intense.

  His mouth corners trembled slowly, muttering a sentence: "Tiger poison does not eat son... Tiger poison does not eat son... Ah, tiger poison does not eat son."

  That night, Grand Minister of the Ministry of Rites of the Great Han, Cai Jun, swallowed gold and died.

  Direction Ming rate led more than 20 riders to arrive at the west gate, at this time the inside of the west gate had already been crowded with frightened and disheveled common people, they dragged their families and wanted to escape from the city.

  If the Xiongnu had not conquered the capital, they would not have been so, but at this time, the fall of the capital has become a settled matter. The news spread like wings throughout the city, and the disturbance was like a spark that gradually spread out of control.

  Outside Ximen, the Huns had already deployed 20,000 troops. This was not their main direction of attack, but they stationed troops here and made a feint to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos to escape.

  "Open the city gate quickly......" Direction roared loudly, his voice was so loud that it spread far and wide.

  "General, there are Xiongnu cavalry outside the city." The thousand-man officer guarding the city saw that the attire and decorations of the visitor indicated a rank far above his own, but this was an extraordinary time, so how could he dare to lightly open the city gate.

  The direction roared with anger and shouted: "The prince wants to leave the city, why don't you open the door quickly?"

  In the midst of a thousand people, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart and turned to look back. Indeed, he saw someone wearing a dragon robe, although it was only a four-clawed golden dragon, but that was precisely what represented the prince's identity.

  His face changed color, and he finally cupped his hands and said: "I have never received a military order, this city cannot be opened, please forgive the general."

  A hint of approval flashed in Feng's eyes, but his mouth was stern as he shouted: "Who is your superior? Let him come and see me."

  "Is it big brother? How did you come back."

  Upon hearing this voice, the leader of the thousand men immediately let out a sigh of relief, took a step back, made way for him and bowed: "I have seen General Fang."

  At a glance, he suddenly recognized that the person was actually his clan brother Fang Youyun.

  "Yù Liàn, you've arrived just in time. I need to escort the Crown Prince out of the city. Give the order to open the gate." Fāng Xiǎng Míng also revealed a hint of a smile, it turned out that the commander of the Western Gate was actually one of their own people, which made things much easier.

  Fang You's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he hesitated involuntarily. His gaze shifted back, and suddenly he saw the soldier wearing a dragon robe. His face changed color, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a faint voice in his ear.

  "Yu Xian, the Crown Prince is behind you, open the door and I'll go distract the enemy."

  Ah, Fang Youying looked at her brother's eyes with a questioning expression, until the direction hummed and nodded affirmatively.

  He looked stern and suddenly turned around, shouting loudly: "Open the door."

  Several soldiers received orders and immediately ran off on horseback.

  Fang Yuexian turned around again and said to her brother, "Big brother, I still have 200 cavalrymen under my command, they are all our Fang family's sons, let us send you off."

  Fang Xuan shook his head firmly and refused: "It won't work, your responsibility is to guard the west gate, how can you leave the city."

  With a wry smile, Fang Youyun said: "Big brother, don't deceive me, can the capital still be defended?"

  Fang Xiang was about to speak, but seeing the despair in his eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say those comforting words.

  Fang Youqian pointed at the twenty riders behind his elder brother and said, "Big Brother, you think this small group of people can escort the Crown Prince? Isn't that a bit laughable?"

  The direction of the sound made him pause for a moment, and then he suddenly understood. Escorting the prince was such an important matter, let alone two hundred people, even if it were two thousand people, it would not be too many. If only his twenty riders went out of the city under the name of escorting the prince, it could only be a joke. Not to mention that the Xiongnu people did not believe it, even after he was reminded, he thought it was unbelievable at this time.

  Fang Xing suddenly thought of the 50 Black Flag Army soldiers that Xu Haifeng had brought with him on this trip, and if it was them, maybe they could do it.

  "Big brother, how is it?" Seeing that his elder brother seemed not to understand what he meant, Fang Youxian anxiously urged him.

  "Alas... Alright, you go prepare then." Fang Xiang let out a long sigh.

  After a moment, the city gate was opened, and Fang Yuexian acted quickly, the cavalry was also ready.

  Fang Ming said in a soft voice: "You Yun, I'm sorry."

  Fang Youying looked up at her big brother, whom she had admired since childhood, and smiled: "Big brother, I have no regrets."

  He turned around and shouted: "Are you afraid?"

  "I'm not afraid."

  Two hundred Han people's loud angry roars echoed in the night sky, making one's blood boil.

  He nodded heavily and pulled the reins of his horse, saying: "Follow me."

  He took the lead, rushing out of the city gate first, with 221 riders closely pursuing behind him.

  They all knew that this time it wasn't nine deaths and one life, but ten deaths with no survival. However, among them, not a single person shrank back in fear. The Fang family's sons were the banner of the Great Han, the symbol of bravery and invincibility.

  They charged forward against the Xiongnu people who were a hundred times more numerous than them, without any hesitation.