"The army under His Highness' command and that under Wang Li were virtually annihilated before these walls by the former Treasury official, Zhang Han . . ." stated Meng Tian angrily. He paused and closed his eyes. He took a seat and sighed, rubbing his forehead. "The King has been captured before the walls of Xianyang, along with several of our officers. We have managed to ransom a few of them back, but His Highness will die . . ." said the Supreme Commander bluntly.Adranis wrote:This was certainly different, as the location she had journeyed to was not familiar to her - the news of invasion of the previous month had made it to her, and she had to come - not to mention that the coming of winter itself had changed the aura around her. Upon her arrival to the smaller chambers, she adjusted her cloak, getting used to the warmth of the fire for the moments that she was to wait. Soon after, a messenger came for her, and after an acknowledging nod she quietly followed the attendant to wherever her uncle was situated.
When Qiao Lin entered the Supreme Commander's quarters, immediately she felt the disturbance, the unsettling aura. Meng Tian's greeting stayed the same, however lacking as much enthusiasm as she was used to, and while mustering a smile for him, she could tell as she pulled away from returning his weakened embrace and looked at his tired expression. "Things are not doing so well in Shangdang, I feel like I've been mistaken in a choice," she said, shaking her head. "But the question of well being should be asked of you and not me, dear Uncle," she added with a slight frown and look of concern. "I've gotten word of various things concerning you and your army...and Nanzheng..." She wasn't going to say anything too much, merely have him explain to her - there was enough rumor going around, and she would have nothing but the truth from her Uncle.
"I have failed," he lamented, shaking his head with a combination of exhaustion and depression. "I was not there when the King led his army back to defend Xianyang. In the impetuosity of youth, His Highness rashly led his army to face off against Zhang Han and was brutally defeated. With his eventual death, the last best hope for the Qin will have passed . . . Who is there to succeed him? Prince Jianglu? He is pathetic . . . Prince Ziying? No one knows where he is . . . What can I do!?!" Tears welled in his eyes, as the Supreme Commander wept.