"Look at the Prince Regent's pale complexion—he seems like he could die at any moment. I just hope he doesn't drop dead here today," a burly general said, a hint of pity in his voice as he looked at Yu Zhao.
Hearing this, another general snorted. "What are you saying, General Li? Even if he dies here today, nobody would care. It's just bad luck, and we'll all have to take another bath when we go home."
While they talked about him, Yu Zhao still wore a faint smile as he listened.
Standing before him, Qu Zhihuang's face had already turned red from suppressed anger.
Feeling bad for Yu Zhao, he leaned closer and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, please ignore them. They're just envious of your talent and noble bloodline."
Shaking his head, Yu Zhao calmly responded, "Minister Qu, it's alright. This prince is used to hearing such words. They do not affect this prince."
