Brother Ye's expression no longer changed significantly.
The time for sadness and crying had long passed. Now, it was just reopening old wounds, but he had learned how to protect these injuries.
Nan Feng placed her hand gently on Brother Ye's shoulder, comforting him softly.
Only then did she truly understand how much pain he had in his heart. Despite his always calm exterior, he had been through experiences that most people could not understand.
Brother Ye didn't respond to the Emperor's words at that moment. Instead, he turned and forcibly tore off the prosthetic skin on his face, revealing his true features.
After a while, he slowly spoke out, "Yes, I am Nangong Ye."
The Emperor looked at him again, "I haven't seen you before, but I heard General Nangong mention you. He consistently said you were his pride. If one day he unfortunately died on the battlefield, he wouldn't be afraid, because he has you to take his place."
