The retainer was properly buried, and the Hun army took a brief half-day rest before continuing to march towards the edge of the desert.
Liu Ling lost her usefulness and was no longer taken to Yizhixie's horse. Instead, she was thrown to a captain at random. The captain picked her up from the ground and threw her onto his horse like a cow or a sheep.
The rough big hands lingered around her waist, and the greedy eyes made Liu Ling angry, disgusted, and even had an uncontrollable fear.
"The princess of the Han family is indeed delicate." Wan Chang pulled open Liu Ling's cloak and pinched her with his big hands. Soon, large green marks appeared on her snow-white and delicate neck.
Liu Ling bit his lip, suppressed the fear in his heart, and forced himself not to make a sound in panic.
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