These over eight thousand lives represent tens of thousands of families. Because of Mi Wen's one decision, countless old men lost sons, women lost husbands, and children lost fathers. Thinking of this, Ye Shikai felt as though a million needles were piercing his heart.
"Clearly... they could all have survived, why do this?" Ye Shikai shouted hysterically. The two had lost their tempers at each other before, but this time, he couldn't bother with reason anymore; his anger and resentment had destroyed his rationality.
"As long as they are here, they are a threat. I cannot tolerate any threat. If we leave them, once chaos erupts, these eight thousand prisoners of war can immediately cut off our army's retreat. In this way, our army is bound to repeat the failure of the last invasion of Shu. You've lost your reason now; I won't talk to you. Calm down here." Mi Wen was ready to leave, but Ye Shikai blocked her path.
"You're a demon."
"Shut up."
Slap.
