The cheers from Yu Feiyan's side continued spreading across the battlefield.
Many on Yu Wenzhao's side still refused to believe it.
How could such a thing happen?
Surely there had been some mistake.
However, their doubts did not last long.
Whoosh!
A figure suddenly emerged from the shattered Flying Ship.
It was Yu Feiyan, and in her hand was Yu Wenzhao.
The Third Prince was being dragged through the air by his collar.
His robes were disheveled and his expression ugly.
No matter how much humiliation burned within him, there was nothing he could do.
The moment the two appeared above the battlefield, countless eyes widened.
"It's really His Highness!"
"The Third Prince was actually captured!"
"How is this possible?! What are his guards doing?"
This time, there was no room for doubt.
Everyone could see it with their own eyes.
The impossible had happened.
Yu Feiyan had truly captured Yu Wenzhao.
The morale of Yu Wenzhao's forces immediately plummeted.
