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... Atop the chariot, Wei Wuji slumped down, his old face etched with utter defeat and helplessness. Though he had just escaped with his life, his heart was filled with agony.
He had lost to a seventeen-year-old Qin general. For a venerable man approaching seventy, this filled him with unbearable bitterness and frustration.
"Bo’er," Wei Wuji murmured. "Your uncle has failed you... How can I possibly face your father now? Oh, Bo’er..."
He had been powerless to do anything but ...
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