Far away, Ah Jiu spat a mouthful of blood from horseback, startling those around him who rushed forward to surround him, forcibly grabbing his reins and halting the horse.
"Your Highness, you have been on the run for three days and three nights, you must rest," Yuan Ye said in a deep voice.
"No need."
"Your Highness. The life or death of the Princess Consort is unknown, and there are still many matters that require your decision. If you collapse as well, what will happen to the Princess Consort?" Yuan Ye looked at him with concern.
Ah Jiu pressed a hand to his chest, exhaled a long breath, and seeing the exhaustion on the faces of his companions, dismounted, saying, "Then let's rest for two hours."
He sat down, took the water jug handed to him by Yuan Ye, gulped some water, and with crossed legs, silently circulated energy for breath regulation.
After spitting blood just now, his heart felt somewhat relieved. Wufu and the others should be fine!
