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Either way, the boy dies.
- Kill him then, I just want my sword back.
- If I give it to you, then will you leave?
You have to help us.
Good luck, Princess.
Wait!
Much obliged.
Wait. Qiang, come.
Please! Help us. We must
get to Shing Yuing.
If your reward is what
you seek, we have gold.
My brother is the Kingdom's only hope.
If you don't help us, we will be killed.
Come. You will be if you stay here.
Do what you must,
but there are riders down below.
- How many?
- Wake the boy. Quietly.
Shh. We have to hide.
Keep looking!
Why did you come back?
You had your sword.
You promised gold.
And I was having that way, anyway.
What brings you to our lands?
I know. But it's all we have.
Let's stop.
Wait here.
I said, wait.
This is our fault.
- They need help.
- We need to go, come on.
You can't just go!
Wait!
How is that possible?
- Let me go!
- Come on!
You're welcome.
It's great.
I'm only trying to help.
All right?
- I'm Lian.
- I'm Qiang.
And you?
Xaoi.
Beautiflu name.
We can't just abandon her.
It's one more mouth to feed,
and one more body to hide.
They seek three, not four.
All right.
That shot.
How did you make it?
Practice.
We go off the map, get through the woods.
Hopefully we won't see any
Black Guards until Ching Shao.
Your Majesty, General Gao.
- Lord Shing.
- Majesty.
- Lord Shing.
- Majesty.
How many of your fellow generals
will offer support to the boy?
- Once the Council has officiated over the
appropriate ceremony... - Yes...
...can't be no ceremonies without the seal.
But... if he... has the seal,
there's nothing to be done.
He murdered my father.
Stole the Seal.
If that's the case...
...he will be punished. Accordingly.
It's inexcusable.
Even from a Prince.
Forgive me, General.
My father's murder has
left me overemotional.
They will be heading to Shing Yuing.
Make sure they never get there.
I'm sorry, for what Shing's men did.
He murdered my father, too.
For what, a few coins and a rusty plough?
Does it matter what it was for?
I want to make things better,
for people like you!
Do you think it makes a difference for
people like me - who sits on the throne?
It should. And we change things.
You don't believe me?
I believe you're just a boy,
and Shing Yuing is still faaar away.
And yet, it's closer than yesterday.
We'll make camp here.
I needed that.
Tear of the poppy. Dull the man's senses.
Some things are better dulled.
Our lives and the future of our Kingdom...
...depending upon your wits.
Your Kingdom.
You're far from home.
Are you running? Or searching?
Both.
Your people...
- ...do they believe in Hell?
- We believe in Diyu.
The realm of the Dead.
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