On the other side, Prince Qing was fleeing towards North City, supporting Ji Feiyu amid a crowd of guards.
Ji Feiyu had been severely injured by a spear thrust from Yang Zhenshan, but Prince Qing still had a sense of loyalty and did not abandon him.
"Your Highness, you should go on your own, I'm just a burden now!"
"No, if we're going, we go together!" Prince Qing carried his arm on his shoulder, frantic and anxious, but still unwilling to give up on him.
"Your Highness!"
"Mr. Zhang will not be able to come back, I do not wish for you to die here as well!" Prince Qing said breathlessly.
He knew that Zhang Yu was no match for Yang Zhenshan; as soon as Zhang Yu had offered to stay behind, he had understood that he had lost a family member who had been by his side for most of his life.
Indeed, in his heart, Zhang Yu was his family.
