The moment the unit of Imperial Soldiers departed along with their Generals, Jing Ling's stomach wretched out bloody contents which he could no longer restrain. He plummeted to his knees, falling into a coughing fit.
Jing Zihan immediately rushed to her father's side with a pensive expression, as did his two sons. His daughter rubbed his back, trying to assess him for any injuries which might have not healed yet due to their severity.
Yu Yusheng felt his chest clench painfully. Just a moment ago, he convinced himself that the only reason his father endured the spear arrow attacks without retaliation was simply to lure the opposition into shedding his blood on sacred grounds.
It was also the reason for which he kicked him forward, knowing that his tactician of a son would figure out his implications quickly. Yet, Yu Yusheng was still conflicted about the true intentions of Jing Ling's actions.
