Manjiang knelt down and kowtowed in thanks, "Thank you, Emperor, for your compassion. This subject will certainly rush back within three months."
Every word that the Emperor said was followed by several coughs; his face was waxen yellow, and he had grown much thinner than before.
Seeing the Emperor's condition, Yixiu thought again of the cloning Dragon Ball. Could this sovereign really be on the brink of death?
The Empress Dowager said with reddened eyes, "My son, I have heard that you are sleeping even later at night now. Do not overexert yourself, rest more. Alas, Daqian still cannot do without the Emperor."
The Emperor sighed, "The son is not at ease, that's why I want to do more things..." He held back the words he wanted to say.