Mentioning Prince Min, Song Ci couldn't help but remark that this person truly has resilience, dragging along a body even weaker than hers, one that any Imperial Physician would say couldn't live past thirty due to frailty, yet he managed to endure the brink of death time and again, surviving past thirty.
How old is he now, thirty-three or thirty-four?
Song Ci wasn't sure, but she knew that many in the capital admired him greatly for evading the Soul Hooking Envoy's grip time and again, triumphing over King Yan.
And Song Ci knew that he clung on, preferring to linger, perhaps out of reluctance.
After all, there was a binding attachment in this world for him, namely his young daughter.
Song Ci counted on her fingers, recalling the year Prince Min's Princess Consort birthed a child, indeed it was early summer the year Niu Pan'er left, giving birth to a daughter named Chu Hua, treasured like a gem.
Prince Min must be reluctant to leave that little daughter.
