Wei Ting helped him up but did not support him. Emperor Jing Xuan took a few steps back and staggered.
Eunuch Fu hurriedly went over to help him up. "Your Majesty!"
Emperor Jing Xuan looked at the man on the ground with cold sweat. "Is he a human or a ghost?"
If it was a ghost, it was a malicious ghost who had come to seek his life.
Wei Ting took in Emperor Jing Xuan's expression without showing it. "It's a person."
Eunuch Fu carefully walked forward and checked the other party's breathing with his hand. He whispered, "Your Majesty, he's breathing."
Emperor Jing Xuan heaved a sigh of relief and restrained his loss of composure. He regained his high and mighty dragon might.
"My people saw him buried with their own eyes. Why is he still alive?"
"It was my grandfather… who saved him."
Emperor Jing Xuan was furious.
