When everyone heard this, they fell silent for a moment.
Those two, one was an evil god, and the other could kill the Upper Realm. Their bloodline was extremely powerful.
However, seeing that the gods guarding them were silent, no one asked Jingshu what was wrong.
"Mother, only a short separation can allow Zhu Er to live." Jiang Huaian's body was hoarse, and his long robe looked extremely loose.
This was the new clothes that Madam Wen had made for him this month, but it still did not fit him.
He had too many things to consider.
He wanted to help the Crown Prince, who had yet to grow up, sit in the court and wait for him to take over.
Jiang Huaian didn't even dare to think about his sister.
He heard that his sister had self-destructed and her soul had scattered.
When Jiang Huaian heard the news, he vomited blood and lay in bed for half a month.
She had yet to recover, and her face was pale and devoid of blood.
