"How is His Majesty?"
A few witch doctors looked at Zhao Yao, then at Emperor Yong'an, but still dared not speak.
Zhao Yao became anxious and with a stern face demanded, "Tell me, how is His Majesty's health?"
The witch doctors trembled, stuttering as they spoke, "Your Highness, we..."
Emperor Yong'an spoke gently, "Tenth Brother, don't trouble them." With that, he waved his hand, signaling the witch doctors to withdraw.
The witch doctors dared not hesitate and stumbled as they left.
Zhao Yao understood in his heart, but he didn't want to believe it.
"Eighth Brother, you..."
Emperor Yong'an said serenely, "I don't have much time left."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yao felt as if struck by lightning on a clear day, his mind went blank, and he stared dazedly at Emperor Yong'an. He wanted to say something but couldn't utter a single word.
Seeing Zhao Yao unable to speak, but with his face full of tears, Emperor Yong'an's heart ached, yet his expression remained calm.
