It was already the next morning when Junchen Shanyu woke up from his coma.
The big tent was filled with a strong smell of medicine. Zhonghang Shuo, who had been seriously ill for a long time, sat in the tent, his face pale and haggard. The flesh on his cheeks was thin and dry, but his eyes were like those of an eagle, gleaming with brilliance and showing his ruthlessness.
The Right Wise King and several Xiongnu commanders, lieutenants, and minor kings sat on both sides. When Junchen Chanyu opened his eyes, his expression immediately became excited, but when he thought of the predicament he was facing, it was soon replaced by anxiety.
The Right Wise King told Junchen Chanyu the news brought back by the cavalry. Before Junchen Chanyu could speak, a warrior outside the tent reported that someone from Shuofang City had come and asked to see the Great Chanyu of the Xiongnu.
"Great Chanyu, the Han army sent an envoy."
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