Ah Jiu kept watching her walk over, his eyes unblinking, until she was right in front of him, within reach, before he extended his hand.
"Wufu, Royal Mother, she's sick."
His voice carried a hint of panic and fear, along with a barely noticeable tremor.
Such a state in Ah Jiu, not even the first time Wufu saw him when he was so severely injured, almost having walked around the circle of life and death, did he show such fright.
Now, it was his first time showing fear in front of her.
He no longer possessed the high and mighty, imperious nobility; now he was just a child concerned about his mother.
"Don't be afraid, the Royal Mother has been noble all her life, surely fate will favor the fortunate." Wufu embraced him, gently patting his back to comfort him.
Ah Jiu buried his head beside her neck, saying nothing, just nodding.
After a while, he raised his head, looked at her, and said: "Wufu, I must leave for Beiyan immediately."
