If I fail to do my job well, who can forgive me? Ah? I'm asking you, who can forgive me?
I've lost 20,000 soldiers! 20,000! How am I supposed to explain this to my father? That sickly man and Murong Qingyu are both staring at me, what should I do? If I lose my title as king, you'll all go to hell and be buried with me!
The doctor only heard Qian Yechen's roar, but he couldn't hear what he said at all. At this moment, he had very little air in his body, and he also had severe tinnitus, and even his hands and feet had become limp.
The doctor was secretly sad in his heart. It seemed that he would not be able to get through this today.
"I thought His Royal Highness Prince Cheng was out suppressing bandits, but he's actually cleaning up the mess at home. Hehehe..."
In the darkness, a low, gloating laugh was heard, pulling Qian Yechen back from the brink of collapse.
Qian Yechen narrowed his eyes slightly, threw the unconscious doctor to the ground, looked at the source of the voice in the darkness and shouted, "Who is it? Come out!"
At the same time, the secret guards of Prince Cheng's palace surrounded the palace in an instant, looking as if they were facing a powerful enemy.
"Your Highness, Prince Cheng, is this how you greet your old friend?"
In the darkness, a tall figure walked out slowly and leisurely. Although his face was covered with a black mask that made it impossible to see his features, Qian Yechen quickly identified the identity of the person from his figure and voice.
He waved his hand and said to the secret guards, "All of you go down."
After receiving the order, the secret guard retreated quickly and dragged the unconscious doctor away.
"It turns out to be Leader Jifeng." Qian Yechen clasped his fists in greeting.
As for Ji Feng, they had worked together several times. Although this man could not be considered a friend, every time he took his money, he would get him news that was more lucrative than the money.
Their two most recent contacts were both related to Murong Qingyu. One was to tell him that Murong Qingyu was going to wipe out Jingzhe, and the other was to help them find the location of Murong Qingyu's 100,000 elite soldiers. So for this person, he still liked him from the bottom of his heart.
It’s not that he regards Ji Feng as a friend, but they seem to have a common enemy, that is Murong Qingyu.
Ji Feng came to Qian Yechen and unceremoniously found a comfortable spot to sit down. The darkness in the hall seemed just right for him.
"I wonder what Chief Jifeng has come to Prince Cheng's mansion for?"
Ji Feng chuckled twice and said, "I heard that His Royal Highness King Cheng sacrificed the lives of 20,000 soldiers to kill 1,000 bandits. With such a record, I came to see how His Royal Highness King Cheng is doing now."
This matter had been weighing heavily on Qian Yechen's chest, like a huge rock blocking his way. Now, stirred up by the gust of wind in the dark night, Qian Yechen finally couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood. Then, his heart ached as if someone was holding it tightly.
"If you come to laugh at me, you can leave now!" Qian Yechen growled coldly with his blood boiling.
"Ouch!" Seeing Qian Yechen spitting blood, Ji Feng apologized: "Your Highness, King Cheng, your body is the capital for fighting. Without it, you have nothing. As a person, things change over time. Who says that if you lose now, you will keep losing in the future? But if you lose your body, you will never be able to make a comeback!"
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(Updated on November 17th)
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