Not a Joke

The only entertainment was to look at the scenery outside the window.

When Jiang Yue, Xue Yan, and Xue Sifu entered Changyu, Prince Yi was still taking an afternoon nap in the backyard of the Northern General's mansion.

During this time, he had recovered from his cold, but he was still suffering from minor illnesses. In any case, his body was getting worse. Not only was he not in the mood to get out of bed, but he also did not have the energy to do anything.

He had to recuperate every day.

Sometimes, he was so groggy that he didn't know what year it was.

His face was paler than before. Even in his sleep, he frowned. He looked like he was in extreme pain. He could not have a second of rest, whether he was awake or asleep.

Suddenly, two tall figures wearing masks and black cloaks walked into the empty room where Prince Yi was.