Trapped

None of the generals dared to tell Xia Wanyuan this news, but Xia Wanyuan only glanced at everyone's expressions and knew.

She sighed softly. "He went to look for Father and Mother. They should pick him up."

With that, Xia Wanyuan spat out a mouthful of blood. Everyone hurriedly surrounded her.

Although the team had already retreated to a safe place, to the team, who had already suffered a huge blow, Xia Wanyuan's illness was adding insult to injury.

Without a leader, the pursuers sent by Jiang Qing chased anxiously. For a moment, the entire team was filled with anxiety.

Looking at Xia Wanyuan, who had not woken up for a long time, everyone discussed and wanted to make a final decision.

"The people sent by Jiang Qing will catch up soon. Take the princess and leave. My old bones won't live long anyway, so I'll cover your retreat." The late crown prince's grand tutor still wanted to protect Xia Wanyuan until now.