War was unavoidable but that didn’t mean the cunning minx enjoyed that fact, even if it was necessary part of life yet it also was sad thing within their time. As long their was weak emperor or ambitious conquerors fighting for reign so was the fleeting peace they promised. No–Dancer wasn’t fooled, Peace in Han comes and leaves just like the seasons do.
Women. Even women were effected by the Waring state that was fact that proved itself over and over again. Either it be Husband, son, brother, father, or them fighting. If it wasn’t truth then Dancer knew she wouldn’t have been here.
❝ Hopefully peace returns to these lands soon. ❞ she sighed.
“It will only happen once the whole land will be in my hands!” Dong Zhuo appeared along with his men who attended the meeting. He gestured his soldiers to prepare themselves to mobilize themselves on dealing with his enemies, notably Nobunaga’s alliance force.
Dong Bai, on the other hand simply moves out of her grandfather’s way along with his officers.
“You shouldn’t worry too much on this battle, Diaochan. My officers will deal with our enemies.” He was a bit close on the dancer with a warlord-like mood leaving her a pat on her shoulder and not his generic good side and he moves out to the gates of Luoyang.
“If i were you, i would start preparing as well. Grandfather or at least his officers will give us a signal when we’re marching.” Being used like soldiers is something the granddaughter worries as she looked at her spiked flail.