Emperor Yong Ping was furious. He wished that Xie Xian could go to the front line and fight. He wanted to say that Northern Wu and King Linchuan would attack him from both sides.
Looking at Xie Xian again, he was fair and tender. He was handsome and gentle like jade. His eyes were bright and shining. His days of mourning at home were quite comfortable. He did not need to take care of anything in and out of the residence. He was a master who did not worry about anything. Compared to him, he was not enough.
He couldn't sleep well every day. If there was any wind or grass, it would either kill him or have ulterior motives. His young eyes were blue all year round and he had a terrible headache on one side.
His skin had become rough due to the lack of sleep.
He had not fully digested the news of Sikong Xiao's great victory, and immediately, there was shocking bad news. His heart was still pounding.
"Qing, what should we do?"