After Chu Qianli left, Consort Yu took a long time trying to persuade Feng Wuya.
"Little Lili said that if the equipment could be made, the chances of success could be increased to forty percent, even fifty percent."
Consort Yu looked at her own son, nearly tearing her handkerchief to pieces.
"Wuya, this is at least a way to survive, why not willing to give it a try?"
Feng Wuya didn't speak, just drank tea.
Consort Yu bit her lower lip, then suddenly said, "Do you not believe in Little Lili's medical skills?"
"The prince has not, Ali is highly skilled in medicine, a rare talent indeed."
"But you still refuse to accept her treatment methods, don't you?"
Consort Yu wanted to say more, but Feng Wuya suddenly stood up and looked at her.
"Mother Consort, the prince has just remembered some matters and won't accompany you for tea."
He bowed slightly, "Mother Consort, please make yourself comfortable, the prince will take his leave first."