Baili Zhengrong said, "Father Emperor, I trust her."
His voice was firm, full of unwavering confidence in her medical skills.
Baili Shuo sighed and lay back down on the bed.
It really is true when they say that once a son is grown, his father has no say.
"Then go ahead."
He finished speaking, clenched his fists tightly, and shut his eyes.
Anyway, he didn't have many days left to live. If at the last moment of his life, he could win his son's wife's affection for his son, then so be it if his head got smashed.
Leng Yu Yan noted that although he outwardly accepted death, he was in fact deeply fearful, and so she comforted him in a gentle voice, "Emperor, keep your eyes open. I assure you that you will stay conscious during the procedure."
Baili Shuo opened his eyes in surprise, "You mean I'll still be conscious even after my head gets smashed?"
