Xuanjia heard the sound and turned around, looking at Emperor Yan hesitantly. Then he looked at Xiao Rongyan, his fists clenched tightly.
"It's useless! The journey is long, and I'm afraid I won't hold out until Xuanjia arrives in Shuoyang..." Although Murong Yu didn't want to die and still longed to see a unified and peaceful country, he knew his own body.
This time, his heart and lungs were injured, and he feared he wouldn't survive. Why tire Xuanjia with a long journey and make Doctor Hong take a useless trip?
"What kind of discouraging words are these!" Xiao Rongyan's throat tightened as he grasped Murong Yu's hand firmly. "Mother is watching over us from the heavens. Brother, you'll be fine! What's more, Yan is at a critical juncture. For the sake of Yan, you must hold on!"
Murong Yu looked at his solemn-faced younger brother and chuckled lightly. "With you, Ah Yan, Yan is in good hands... I am at ease."
